Oh my MPRE was a comedy of errors.
I registered at the last minute and was consigned to taking it in Chicago with the rest of the late registers, which meant a pretty long drive. I think it was 2 to 3 hours???
I promptly forgot about it.
Went out partying the night before (fortunately I didn’t get drunk but I came home around 2).
Was awakened at 5 by my friend, who I promised I’d give a ride to as we both realised we’d registered to late to take it at our school.
Frantically drove over to pick her up.
Drove up.
To discover that I never opened the letter with my ticket.
Which was sitting on my dining room table in my apartment in Central Illinois.
Frantically searched through glove compartment for a photograph.
Cut up one of me at our school’s infamous halloween party…
Somehow managed to get the cigarettes and booze out of proximity of my face
Wrote the rest of the ticket in red crayon (why??? Why didn’t anyone want to lend me a freaking pencil???) because my friend forgot her pencil case in Champaign and that’s what I dug out of the trunk of my car.
Thank god they were allowing you to “make your own ticket” (i.e. you needed certain info, a photograph, that’s it).
Anyway, the most interesting part of the story is that I sat around in the lobby before the test observing our surroundings
…I realised they’d scheduled the exam in a flophouse
True story, people!!!
PS: I passed but that’s only because I was dating the world’s least ethical attorney at the time and every time I got to a question I just thought “Hey, what would Kunal do? The answer must be the opposite.” I think the fact that I was taking Ethics that semester probably helped, too.