So there you have it: My LSAT score, hot off the press.
It's not as high as I hoped it would be when I started this process. I was shooting for 160, knowing that 180 would be totally unrealistic without divine intervention. I did hold out hope for a miracle, and one did come! Alas, it was the wrong one. David cleaned the garage before our Christmas dinner guests arrived, but I didn't get the 180. This is exactly what happens when one has too many wants. A big voice booms down from up above: Make a choice, Norma: A 180 LSAT or a clean garage. It's up to you. And make it quick -- I ain't got all day. I've gotta get on the missus; she's got a birthday cake to bake.
Crap. I should have thought that out better.
Anyhoo. It's not such a bad score, especially for an old broad with no bachelor's degree, one who cannot suffer fools, and whose avid hobbies are (besides eating chocolate) afternoon naps, knitting sweaters for a Yorkshire Terrier, and -- seasonally -- trying to convince people that, honest, dandelions are good to eat.
You know what? I feel fairly unembarrassed about the score. Maybe even slightly accomplished. I did it, and I dared to tell you about it.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it; it's still sinking in at the moment. However, if some dean of admissions from some really great law school thinks that a woman over 50 (50 is the new 30, remember!) who has led a startlingly non-bland life as a court reporter and a television captioner, and who has shoplifted a wide and varied education from all of those things, and has supplemented that shoplifting by also sitting side-by-side with and serving deaf- and hard-of-hearing students in the neurosciences and medical school and graduate-level literature for three years, and whose own life-and-death experiences guarantee that she will never, ever be shocked or intimidated by almost anything, and whose mottos are "Git 'er done!" and "Just get outta my way!" might add something interesting to a law school class composition and wants to offer me a full scholarship, call me. Srsly.
I've even started a new category in my sidebar called Law School, where I'm going to file this post and the former posts wherein I discussed my preparation process and the test-taking, my thoughts about it, etc. Who knows, maybe that category will have more than three or four entries before it's over.