The Rhode Island Real Estate Salesperson Exam

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Once upon a time we talked about how to get the ball rolling if you want to become a realtor. Now lets talk about the Rhode Island Real Estate Exam briefly. Bear in mind that I have been sworn (several times) to secrecy and I can't even allude to any questions that might or might not have been on the test. To do so would be punishable by a fine, imprisonment and flogging. I would rather give some study tips and recount my experience.

Study Tips

1.) Read the book!- This one seems obvious, but it is a common mistake (one which I made and regretted later). I graduated Summa Cum Laude for my Bachelors and let me say that this class is not college. There is a ton of material, and the instructor can't stop and dote on a particular topic. Believe it or not, somewhere near the 2 hour mark of the class you might start to daydream.

2.)Answer the practice Questions-There are over 500 practice questions in the book pertaining to any particular real estate salesperson fetish. Yes, even math.

3.)Read the law book out loud-There were many people in my class that said they could only read 2-5 pages at a time, of the 200 that there were. Divide that, and you get a minimum of 40 sessions to get through the whole thing. The human brain thinks much faster than the mouth speaks. Preach the words of the book to yourself and the windy sentences suddenly become clear.

4.)Study definitions-If it's one thing I notices about this material, it is that it is loaded with terms. There is very little discussion of how the terms interact when it comes to the test. WWW.Flashcardmachine.com is a great study tool and it is totally free. Try it out.

5.)Sleep!- I have taken a lot of tests. Ever notice how even the most remedial of tasks is harder on the days you only get 2 hours of sleep? Yeah, testing is like that too.

My Experience

So here's a 400+ page textbook and a 200+ pamphlet of raw laws to study that you paid $285 and every monday and wednesday for two months to obtain. Use them to take a relatively small test of 135 questions that can be randomly plucked from anywhere within the aforementioned documents. Oh and you pay for this experience, $75.

If none of the above unnerves you, don't worry, they will make sure the anxiety hits you at the door. First you are required to bring 2 forms of ID, both must be signature bearing and one must have a photo. They will be taken. Then you are handed a list of 15 or so rules, to pore over while you wait for your number to be called. This did not happen to me, but apparently at some of these testing facilities you are required to be finger printed not only upon entering the testing room, but also upon leaving for comparison and a third time upon re-entry. I can only muse about the manner of cheating that brought this rule about.

Next you must leave all of your possessions in a locker. "Empty your pockets," I was ordered. "Now show me the liners." I obediently pulled out my inner pockets. "Roll up your sleeves to the elbows."
There's another one to think about. How much could I write on my forearms.

When I asked for my calculator back,, I was granted a look as if I had drawn a gun from my pocket and asked "Could I bring this in with me?" I felt as if they took my imaginary gun, shoved it into my gut and emptied the clip.

All I could think about were the weeks I had spent studying and I honestly couldn't remember any of it. They also give you 4 hours to complete the test, which just brings up the question of what on earth could take you so long. I sat at the computer, carefully marking questions that I wasn't 100% sure on and keeping a close eye on how many were marked vs. how many were answered. This is less a test taking technique and more a way to simply watch yourself die. In just under a grueling two hours, i left the room.

The desk attendant told me to sit and wait for her to print the results. She called me back up in a minute and handed me a colorful sheet with all sorts of words on it. My brain tried to make sense of it all when she told me that I had passed.