Two Law School Fantasies

And I am in a brink of putting them in actuality.

SCENE 1: Major Exam. After reading the questionaire, your mind goes blank. Like the grueling hours of studying meant nothing. An absolute waste.

WHAT TO DO: Hand in the questionaire back to the professor with the empty exam booklet and say, “Sir, I am not in the mood to answer your stupid exam!” Walk out of the room, magtambling, magsplit, at kumaripas ng takbo papuntang Office of the Registrar’s at mag fill up ng dropping form.

[source: Emjay Gambon]

SCENE 2: Oral Recitation. Professor gunning questions like he’s eating popcorn. Your mind goes blank. You feel like you’re an idiot Kindergarten student.

WHAT TO DO: Do not panic. Play dead.

[source: Mark Silangcruz]

AUSL Supreme Student Council Election

It’s this time of year when campus election takes place at Arellano University School of Law. For three years I was a part of it, campaigning for Niyaku and the STARS Party until I became part of the STARS party myself.

Last week, I received text messages regarding this year’s election. Some of my friends are vying for certain positions and asked me to help them campaign. It brought tears to my eyes.

I could still recall my first candidacy. It was July of 2007 when I ran for the First Year Batch Representative position unopposed. That wasn’t a problem. All that was needed to be done was secure one vote for me to be seated. The second was February 2008 when I was “tricked” to run for the Secretary position. Yes, I was tricked. The Secretary position was still empty when the party slate had their photos taken. Since I kept on tagging along in their meetings, I was told to just sit with them in the group photo and was assured that my face will just be photoshopped once they had a candidate sign an application. That never happened.

I was in a volleyball game on a Sunday afternoon when someone told me I needed to campaign in the executive classes. Still in my sweaty volleyball jersey labeled with the incumbent EVP’s last name, I had nothing to say but pure impromptu bullcrap. I was mortified. The following week, with my speech intact, I masterfully delivered an improved and scripted same bullcrap which began with “When I was a little girl, I wanted to become a first lady like Imelda Marcos.” This line never failed to prompt a chuckle or two. It was hilarious.

For a week, I tirelessly handed out BRAVO biscuits as my fliers (my mom’s idea) to everyone. The orange wrappers seemed to paint the school premises for a week…a bribe, was it? Technically, it was. Niyaku’s nagging and Ia’s bullying set me off once in a while yet I had so much fun with Froi, Pat, Adrian, Tito Dan, Ia and the rest of the STARS Party. Election day came and I keep on bumping into my opponent Aaron. It wasn’t weird. I was really having fun. Our party bagged 5 out of 6 seats and the alcohol binge that night…well, it was BINGE.

Due to unforeseen circumstances, I relinquished my post to  the previous year’s Secretary, Sachi, and left AUSL. And at some point, I truly know I could never get over the “what could have been if I had stayed” wishful thinking. Today, I just wanted to be a part of the election period to campaign for my party, for my blockmate Kat and my good friends JP and Marco. But since I got pre-final exams next week, I cannot afford to fly to Manila and miss school.

Good luck guys!!! Wish I was there to pester everyone. Hahahahahaha!!!
I seriously miss all of you.

First Day at USC

Let’s just put it this way:

I have no time to expound what kind and to what degree of culture shock I had undergone yesterday for how many hours.

No time at all.

USC, here I come!

Consolacion’s town fiesta took place Wednesday last week and prearranged was the outcome that drinking stopped just before sunrise.  Corollary is the sickened state when I took the Qualifying Exam for the USC College of Law the next day. So sickened that after shading over a hundred little circles and going perpetually cross-eyed after several abstract items, I literally puked my guts out when I stepped out of the little exam room. Optimism was clearly out of my system as I was certain I flunked the damn thing.

I told my mom about the qualifying exam fiasco and the tactless mother and pissed off woman that she was, she said, “Kung hindi ka makakapasok sa San Carlos, bumalik ka na lang ng Arellano.”

I gave her the look. The I’d-rather-die-than-do-what-you-say look and she retorted, “Kung ayaw mong bumalik ng Arellano, ipapa-rehab na kita lintek ka!”

I kept silent. She was still so mad since the week before, she found me drinking brandy while in front of the computer at 3:30 in the afternoon and it shocked her.

And so for days, I have been praying and praying that somehow, the heavens would take pity on me and just give me an acceptable mark. The day the results came, I hesitated to call the College as I was not even close to being prepared to be rejected. And so I wrote a letter for reconsideration just in case I didn’t make it. In the letter, I narrated how diligent a student I’ve been since I entered law school stating my over 80% GWA and that I am a member of the AUSL Student Government, the Debate Team, the Athletic Society, the Bar Operations, etc.

I accurately advertised myself, it was pathetic! But I don’t want to go back to Manila nor to a mind-numbing rehab for alcoholics. So I sold myself in that little piece of paper. After printing and signing the letter addressed to the Dean of USC College of Law, I picked up the phone, dialed and inquired about the exam results. “Bravo, yes ma’am, Bravo Romeo Alpha Victor Oscar. BRAVO.” And the most beautiful voice that graced the earth and PLDT lines that very instance uttered the words “88 imong score ‘day, ang sunod nimo 79.”

GOD IS GOOD!

After six months of insane alcohol intake, I didn’t actually murder all my useful brain cells. I’m still cut out for this. Indeed, there are better days! AMEN!!!

USC, here I come!

To the 2008 BAR Examinees

I’m wounded, perhaps burned by embolismic expectations from my family, friends and other relationships. Perhaps I am tired of trying to be the best. But when I realize I want to be a lawyer, it eliminates my frustrations.

-US Supreme Court Justice Malcolm

ACE THE BAR GUYS!!!

Special shoutout to

Engr. Darleen L. Bravo-Morella

my favorite sister who I miss so much. Make Daddy proud, Da! We love you!

Pre-PrelimSHIT

Today is the start of the goddamn preliminary exams and will end on Friday.

Criminal Procedure - Monday | Partnership, Agencies & Trusts - Tuesday | Torts, Damages & Transportation AND Credit Transaction - Thursday | Property Law - Friday

What I did last Friday:

I went to Rockwell for Gamma Epsilon’s weekly fellowship after my Property Law class. In the wee hours of the morning, I went straight to our Laguna home because I miss my dogs. Luis is still uber tamad and Carrie is such a big fat girl she looks like a pregnant pig. I am no longer returning her to her dad. No way. I’m keeping her. I now have sole custody of my yellow lab.

What I did last Saturday:

I woke up at noon and then played with my dogs and headed back to Manila around 3 o’clock. At night, I just drank.

What I did last Sunday:

I woke up at 10 o’clock, had coffee, The OC dvd-athon, then cleaned the entire apartment. I didn’t just clean, I re-arranged my furnitures and got rid of his last of the last stuff he left behind.

TODAY:

I am just floating like feather. Preliminary exams later and tomorrow and Thursday and Friday and I AM F*CKIN’ FLOATING LIKE A GODDAMN FEATHER!!! 

Today’s Horoscope

If it feels like people have big expectations for you, then your instincts are right on. You have shown them that you’re capable of great things, so now great things are all they want to see from you. If you need a little break from the pressures you’re under today, then just take one. Follow your own wishes and do your own thing for the next twenty-four hours. There comes a time when you have to start saying no — and your time is coming soon.