In late April of 1991, I was in the second real estate class. What an eye opening experience this was. Like most of us, I had no idea what was involved in this business, or what kind of an impact the real estate industry has. These classes, I was to find out later, were only the tip of the iceberg. The classes really don’t prepare you at all for the business…they mostly just get you licensed.
I was excited to begin my second class…I still went every Tuesday and Thursday, took tons of notes, read and re-read everything and recorded it all so I could listen to them in the car when I was driving. It was tedious, but I was determined. I had made up my mind not to have to take the test more than once; I had heard it was long and tricky. There was no computer testing then, we went to a classroom at Penn State Behrend armed with #2 pencils and a 4 ½ hour time slot.
Before I got to that, I had to get through the class and pass that test…and I did! There was a week-long break and then on the following Saturday, there was the Exam Prep class. The instructor went over what would most likely be the highlights of the test. It was very helpful and at the same time overwhelming. It was starting to really settle in that they allotted 4½ hours for a reason-they cover a lot of material!
My test time and date was scheduled for the following Saturday morning. We were told it was ok to continue to study through the week, but on Friday night-stop, put everything away and give our minds a break. We would have absorbed everything we could by then, and cramming the night before would do more harm than good. Even though I was nervous, I felt that I had done all I could to prepare. I studied through the week, stopped on Friday and took a break.
It was a nice sunny Saturday in late May and I was off to take this test…I was ready. I took the entire 4 ½ hours and was one of the last students to leave the classroom. Others just seemed to breeze right through it and got done quickly. Finally, I turned the test in and left. On the ride home I popped a tape back in the cassette player to see if anything sounded familiar and maybe get a clue as to how well I did. I would have to wait 2 full weeks for the test results to come in the mail. By the time I got home, I had quite the headache. All the stress seemed to just pile up and all I wanted to do was take the rest of the day off, but the kids and I had made plans for that afternoon, so off we went. And thank goodness we did-I really needed that time to decompress and take my mind off of that morning and the next 2 weeks of waiting.
And then the suspense continued….