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I just renewed my real estate license for the first time. This means it’s been two years since I passed the real estate exam. Happy anniversary to me!
While the terror of the test is now far behind me, I wasn’t confident I would pass on my first try. I had heard all the horror stories from really successful agents that took three or more tries to get their license. It was like when you are pregnant and someone tells you about the time they spent a hundred hours in labor – not really what you want to hear!
I had already decided on Stanberry & Associates as my brokerage and they had allowed me to take a few classes at their office so the thought of flunking and having to tell my new boss was humiliating.
I took a preparation class before taking the exam and did well on the National portion but not so great on the State part. So I canceled the test I had planned to take the next week and instead spent the next month poring over scintillating topics like Riparian Rights and what hours the Texas Real Estate Commission is open.
Finally I had the confidence to take the test – and to my surprise I did well! In fact, the administrator said I had achieved an unusually high score.
So imagine my surprise when I went to have my fingerprints taken, a mandatory part of becoming an agent, and flunked!
Maybe it was because many years of playing bass and guitar created callouses that covered the prints. Maybe too much typing erased them. At any rate, after many attempts to get prints on one hand, contorting my fingers into positions I didn’t know they could achieve, I was sent home and told to come back another time.
Who else would pass the real estate exam but flunk the fingerprint test!
A few days later I went back to try again, this time with no issues at all. I’ll never know what the problem was. Were my fingers sweatier the first time? Did low blood sugar before lunch contribute? I’m still not sure what that was about. But I am very glad to be starting real estate year number three without the fear that my fingerprints will prevent me from being the kickass agent I aspire to be.