| Law school life, so far. |
[Jul. 2nd, 2008|08:49 pm] |
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I know some of you might think that I'm having it easy because I still have time to update, chat and all that steady-lang shit. No, I don't. I just find time to write. I make sure I have time to write because I'll just blow up if I don't. Blogging has always been my therapy, you know.
Anyway, we're all starting to feel the pressure. Things are heating up and Cande's workload doesn't help a bit. He gave free cuts last Friday and Monday, promising that the case list for Art. 6 would be out by Thursday night. Friday, Saturday, Sunday... wala. Thank God we all knew what resourcefulness meant and Al found last year's case list and shared it with the class. Over the weekend we held on to that, feeling quite certain that those six pages of cases would be more or less similar to what he'd be giving us this year. We were pretty wrong though. The official case list for Art. 6 for this year was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay longer.
The official case list for Art. 6 was given out just last Monday. We all got headaches just by looking at it and knowing that all in all, it contained 100++ cases added more to the pain. This is not a semester-long syllabus, mind you. It would have been a lot more humane if it were so. No. This case list's going to be used just for a couple or so meetings. Max siguro is hanggang Monday.
As I saw Jec walk out from the lib with the armful of readings last night, all I could do was to just look at the pile in utter disbelief, look away again and then mutter under my breath this word I've slowly come to love: "Shit."
The 3-inch bundle of cases was released just yesterday, with a few unlucky ones only able to get it at 8PM because copies ran out. It was 3 freakin' inches, with the Abakada v. Ermita amounting to 300 pages tops (I think). The terrible part is that the 3-inch bundle was only for the first of six pages of the case list. The 300+ peso worth of readings was just for Sec. 1 of Art. 6. So there's more to come, baby. Insane dude, insane.
Worse part is that we had less than 24 hours to read it all and prep ourselves up for this afternoons recit. 2-hour Consti is again, mass murder.
At around 1AM last night I already SOS-ed Paolo. It was insane. I was slowly going crazy. I told him that Ereneta's right. We have to work together now. It's high time we divide and conquer as a team. The next morning I received an SOS too, this time from Maryanne.
'"April, I just might die today! Mali ang adidas ad na 'impossible is nothing'. Kung sino man ang nakaisip noon, obviously hindi niya kilala si Candelaria."
I replied, "Tanginaaaa." Why? It was 9AM already. I slept through the cases.
I went to class with only 10 out of 30ish bullets. I know 5 more but they were only digests, so I don't really count them in. In Block C lingo, 'bala' refers to cases. When someone asks you "Ilang bala ang dala mo?", that person is asking you how many cases have you read, how may can you manage to recite. I went to school an hour earlier, so I could join in the last-minute discussions people were having. Discussions are helpful. Really, they are.
I love the fact that people in class are never selfish and we all know that without teamwork, we're all going to sink together. I love Paolo, he's one smart ass. Cum laude sa UP, I'm sorry. I love everyone actually. It's a nice feeling knowing that everyone around you, no matter how silly and corny they may be during break, are actually smarter than you think. I have huge respect for everyone around me.
Then the bell rings, and Candelaria enters. Again, I cross my fingers. Please don't call me, please don't call me. Not yet. I skipped the first case. Noo not yet please. Call me on the third. Call me on People v. Maceren. Or even Tablarin. Just not yet. Just not on Rubi v. Provincial Board of Mindoro.
"Tan..."
Okay, I breathe a sigh of relief. Okay, now I'm ready. One by one Candelaria called people to recite on cases and slowly, I began running out of bullets. Pucha Cande kung tatawagin mo rin ako ngayon, tawagin mo na ako ngayon na. Habang alam ko pa yung cases. Please ngayon na...
Then for Agustin v. Edu, he calls Ms. Sandoval. So it's official, I'm now unarmed.
But a lack of diskarte will mean death. So I reload my gun one by one. Meaning, kung ano man ung nirerecit, binabasa ko yung susunod. I manage to get by, thankful that my Polsci training is enough to grant me an award in fast reading.
I can't stress enough how painful it is to come to class all anxious every day, with a little nausea added every MWF (or Cande days). I must admit that sometimes it starts to get to me. Like there are days I begin to wonder why I ever thought about going through all this. Yet, every day, every time I come to school and see everyone all up on their toes and try to be smart (haha), I realize how much I've wanted to be in here all this time. That I can't imagine myself doing anything else, that I can't imagine myself becoming anyone else. And every break, whenever Oliver starts to crack up his oooooverly corny jokes that send me (and the rest of the class) laughing til I can't breathe anymore, I realize that no matter how difficult things are, we all love what we're doing. And I guess that's what makes all the sleepless nights, bundles of readings and THOUSANDS of money spent all amount to just a cup of vendo coffee (and short sneak-outs during Philo class hahaha).
So far, we're holding up pretty well. Albeit crazily, we're all still there, holding on TIGHT. So far. :-)
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Friends, remind me to return to this entry when the time comes I'm ready to call it quits. |
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