21 Terrifying Tales
Or just 2. But 21 sounded better.
You've gotta love stories about people who had a worse time than you at the bar and still managed to pass.
My favorite so far has to be the girl who decided it was a good idea to stay up the whole night before the essays studying (that would be the night before day 3, after a day 2 filled with the MBE). She convinced a group of her friends to do the same, and they took their books over to IHOP. They all ate pancakes.
This girl, unfortunately, had a severe allergic reaction to something in said pancakes and ended up spending the night in the hospital, having her stomach pumped and getting drugged to the gills. She had to check out over the doctors' objections to get to the bar on time.
The other one happened two years ago to someone I know. (It's the reason I was so set on staying close enough to the testing center that I didn't have to drive.) She wanted to stay in her own house and make the drive out each morning, which would normally take about 45 minutes. She left about 2 hours early just to be sure.
Everything works out fine the first two days. Then, she wakes up early on the third day to the sounds of a fierce thunderstorm raging outside. "This could be bad," she thinks. She decides to leave three hours before she needed to be there to account for any traffic delays (5 a.m. for an 8 a.m. start time).
The rain had been pouring down all night long, and sure enough...there was flooding. Strategic flooding that just happened to shut down the main highways that would lead my friend to the convention center. The traffic didn't move at all.
Finally, it's about 7:30, and she's a good half hour away -- assuming traffic had been moving, which it WASN'T. She calls her husband and her father and everyone she knows, sobbing and hyperventilating and begging them to help her. They pull out all the maps they could find, look online, and finally find a way for her to get there on various side streets.
She arrives at the testing center at 8:15. She knows she's failed. The doors close at 8 a.m., no exceptions, and she has gone through two days of hell for nothing.
Except...everyone was stuck in the same traffic. The bar examiners decided to push back the starting time an hour and to allow the latecomers to sit for the test.
She said she didn't stop shaking until the last half hour of the morning session.
