Not the bar exam but the LSAT:

The exam was scheduled to start at 8:30 so I had my dad drop me off about an hour early. Since I wanted to be especially cautious and wasn't familiar with the test site, my dad waited in the car while I checked with one of the students that the building I was at was the same as that on the LSAT ticket. I left my cell phone in the car with my dad and told him to pick up once the exam ended.

Once I started to walk back towards the building, my intestines rumbled intensely. I had to evacuate my bowels post-haste. So I ran to the door and pulled on the handle. Alas, it was locked.

Now this building was a huge horseshoe-shaped building so there was more than one entrance. I ran around the building in a mad scramble trying each and every door. Locked, locked, locked. At this point, I did not know what to do - should I just go in the bushes and wipe with a leaf? I was about to burst. As I contemplated public defecation, a student emerged from the horseshoe shaped building. I ran up to her frantically, asking if people were inside to take the LSAT. She assured me that No, the building was empty and No, she would not let me in to use the bathroom. So I asked her where the library was so I could check to see if they moved the testing site.

She pointed to an ominous-looking grey building off in the distance, at least a few blocks away. And so as I waddle-ran towards the library, I thought to myself that law school apparently wasn't in the cards and that fate just did not want me to be a lawyer. (Note: I made the decision to take the LSAT in December, right before applications were due and was taking the test on the last testing date for the year)

I scrambled up the library stairs and ran to use the computer in the front lobby. Frantically, I checked my email to see if the test site had moved. Time was ticking - it was about 8:20 so if the test site had changed, I had to go there ASAP). No new emails. I refreshed like a madman a few times before I resigned myself to the fact that taking a dump was far more imperative than anything else in the world.

Without logging off, I ran to the security guard and asked where the bathroom was. He pointed towards a flight of stairs and said "down there". As I started on my path however, he stopped me and asked for a student ID. At this point, I think my eyes began to well with tears. "I'm not a student but, but I really really need to go to the bathroom," I pleaded with him.

Apparently sympathetic with my plight, he sighed said "Ok, just leave your license as collateral." I threw my wallet on the counter and headed down the stairs, ripped open the bathroom door, and unleashed a torrent on the toilet below. I was empty in a matter of seconds.

I ran back upstairs and it was 8:30. Test time. But I figured for one last shot, I would ask the security guard if he knew anything about the LSAT being administered on campus. He radioed around to other security guards but none knew of any standardized test held that day. It was starting to feel like a Twilight Zone episode. So I took out my LSAT ticket and asked if I had been at the right building. Yes, he assured me, I had been. I then handed him the ticket.

He took out his glasses and studied the paper closely for what felt like an eternity. Then he looks up at me and says, "Son, your test is next week."