Facing the Boards
I really felt prepared. I had done a review course by a company that claims a
pass rate of 99%. I had also studied a very well-known study guide, in addition
to listening to 2 sets of CDs (one of them for the last year!). I then took 2
"predictor" examinations with decent scores that were predictive of me passing
morning was fairly uneventful. I did everything you're supposed to do. Got a
full night's sleep the night before and woke up in the morning to have a good
breakfast. Made it to the testing site and then was told I should have come in
30 minutes early (I could never recall seeing those instructions anywhere).
Needless to say, they were "graciously"
able to accommodate me. After sitting in the waiting room for another 30
minutes, they shuffled me back to the area where you are pretty much TSA'd (I
find this terminology humorous). I get seated and the first computer was
broken. After the lady tried to figure it out for 10 minutes, she gave up and
put me at another computer. I get it started and realize that it was giving me
4 hours from my original appointment time of 0900. Yep. That's how it started.
I lost an hour right off the top. GREAT!
could sugarcoat it for all of you soon to be new grads, but I'm not going to. I
made pretty good grades in school and felt pretty confident after the predictor
exams. Those exams were a joke in comparison to Boards. And hey, maybe I was
the lucky one, and just managed to get the 150 most difficult questions out of
the 1500 question bank. I do have good luck, you know! It was excruciating.
I was literally crying (not bawling out
loud; that's later) when I hit submit and held my breath and prayed like I have
never prayed before in my life. It took absolutely FOREVER.
When the screen finally popped up, it
was 2 huge paragraphs and I actually had to pull myself together and get my
eyes uncrossed to find where it said "PASSED." That's right, people! By the
grace of God, I PASSED!!!
Now there's still that nagging voice in
the back of my head. You know, the one that's saying, "Well, it said that it
was preliminary score (they always say that), so you really could have failed."
You know that voice, right? I managed to make it to my car (after some more
TSAing) and then I broke down.
I called my husband and I was crying so hard
that he thought I had failed. I pulled myself together, somewhat, and told him
that I passed, but that was it the most excruciating time of my life. And I
still stand by that. EXCRUCIATING. But I passed, and that's that. Now let's