The Big Test
The Big Test
The Big Test
Liana nervously bit her nails while she waited for the exam to arrive. She shifted uncomfortably in her
chair, wondering why the seat had to be so hard if she was going to be sitting in it all day. She looked around
the room; hundreds of other law students sat in rows staring anxiously at the tables in front of them. Just as she
began to take a deep breath to calm her anxiety, a proctor placed an exam booklet in front of her. This was the
moment she had been anticipating ever since she began law school three years ago. She picked up her pencil,
and opened to the first page of the bar exam, a necessary test for all students wanting to become licensed
lawyers.
Liana never thought she would want to become a lawyer. Her parents were both artistsher father, a
music teacher, and her mother, a curator for a famous art gallery in New York Cityso law was something she
had not been exposed to as a child. But art made for a tumultuous careerboth of her parents had struggled
when they were younger to find jobs in the area of their passion. Even though they had both emerged successful
and happy, Liana wanted something different. During university, she was attracted to the powerful world of
politics as well as to the complex study of medicine. She liked how everything in science was clear-cutfacts
were facts, and also there was the opportunity to care for people, to help save lives. Yet what she missed in this
field was room for debate; she loved to argue and try to sway her opponents opinion. She was the anchor on
her high school debate team, and consistently impressed her competitors with her analytical thinking. Never
argue with Ms. Lakes, her teachers would say. So she chose to major in politics, knowing that she could never
stray far from a good dispute. Plus, not spending eight years in medical school sounded pretty good to her.
But the path she chose also led to a decent amount of schoolingonce she graduated with a bachelors
degree, she applied to numerous law schools and finally accepted a place at a prestigious university in the city
where her mom worked. She easily convinced herself that it was all worth it; in her mind, she pictured herself in
a New York City courtroom dressed in an expensive suit, with papers in her hand, waving at the jury in an
impassioned speech on human rights. She knew if she just continued to work hard and study late into the night,
all be worth it? Did I study enough? Her thoughts raced through her mind. On the first page of the exam
booklet were seven paragraphs detailing a situation involving the will and testament of a hypothetical character
who had recently passed away. The story gave many details about the writing of the will, about who had been
appointed its executorthe person who carries out the terms of the willand who had been given what by the
testator, or writer of the will. The paragraphs were followed by a series of questions that Liana and her fellow
test-takers all had to answer in a well-organized essay. The first question asked if the will was admitted to
probate. The question is asking if the will has been proven official and acceptable... Liana thought as she
scanned through the essay once more to pick up any important details. She arrived at the answer of yes, and she
quickly scribbled down an explanation before moving onto the next question. The next few hours went like this,
and Liana struggled to stay focused as the clock ticked closer and closer to the lunch hour.
At 12:00 p.m. sharp, a buzzer sounded and everyone was told to put down their pencils and proceed out
the doors for an hour-long lunch break. Liana searched for her friend from law school, Kevin, with whom she
had developed a close relationship after spending so many days and nights in the library studying together. She
finally spotted him in a throng of exhausted students, wandering toward the cafeteria in a daze.
Kevin! she yelled out. He spun around and smiled at her. Howd it go? she asked.
Liana laughed and said she felt the same way. They joined the congregation that had lined up for food,
Hey, hows it going? Im Tara, and this is Brandon, said the girl sitting next to Liana once they had
Once they all had finished lunch, they took a stroll outside to warm up from the chilly air conditioning
inside.
So what made you do all this? Liana asked Tara, wondering about why she had chosen to become a
lawyer.
Good question, she said, staring at the ground, then continued after a short pause. My parents got
divorced when I was young, and my moms lawyer was awful at her job, so I ended up being shuttled back and
forth between my two parents in the most inconvenient way. I figured I could become a lawyer and make some
Liana nodded her head and smiled. They both walked in silence for a bit, with Brandon and Kevin
following close behind. Brandon checked his watch, noticing that it was almost 1:00 p.m.
The four groaned, then exchanged words of encouragement. They strolled back into the exam center a
As Liana sat down in her uncomfortable chair once again, she thought of Taras comments. She
wondered about how many of the surrounding test-takers were in it for reasons like Taras, and how many of
them wanted to become lawyers for the money and prestige. She opened her booklet once again. It doesnt
matter, she thought. She knew that she wanted to do good. Liana finished the second half of the exam that day
with a bit more confidence than what she started with in the morning.
Answer the following questions:
C. Student D. Liana
A. Tara B. Kevin
A. Difficult B. Easy
C. Loud D. Bad
A. Torn B. Moved
C. Changed D. Sad