Journey's End... Or Is it?

I have decided to leave the company. The one that gave me a little bit of hope when I had almost none. Been contemplating this for quite some time. Glad the boss understands. Hopefully Mama will too. Anyway, I still have enough time--a month--to get the job done.

Glad that's over and done with.

Officially migrated to my room...

...to surf the net!!!

Last week, Mama bought me a laptop PC and a digicam. On the same day. Woo-hoo! No more sending MMS from my camera phone. And no more using my bro's PC in the basement. And the best of all.. more blogging!!! How did I get the connection? Thru a very long cable that connects to the LAN.

Life is good nowadays.

First project: Make an impressive resume.

P.S.

My heartfelt thanks to my UST profs and to the bar review lecturers for generously imparting your knowledge of the law. So sorry that I have not mentioned you previously.

Busy Girl Lately

That is my status on my Facebook account. I have been doing stuff, however insignificant they were. Last night I partied for the first time without any worries. And it felt good!

I have been going back to places I've been to, perhaps to seek closure to one of the saddest chapters in my life. This weekend I went back to Rockwell, where I spent much of the summer last year studying (and feeling lost) until September. At that time, I didn't know which direction I should take. And at times I was not absorbing what I read anymore. One time I was reading a Tax book and I spent the whole afternoon crying my heart out. And nobody cared. At least not one human being. I spent a lot of sleepless nights contemplating about my life and wondering how did I end up where I was last year.

But out of isolation I found comfort that I can still talk to somebody who cares and loves me unconditionally. He was my last hope. And I prayed. Really prayed. Out of the blue I began to think that everyday is a new adventure. I began to enjoy the commutes, the silence, and even the isolation. I don't have to go far to find myself. I just needed to leave my comfort zone just to find out if I can survive. And I did. Not on my own though, I had a lot of support. But taking the bar, as one of my lecturers said, is an individual journey. And I went so far that I thought I could lose my own sanity.

So as I went back to my old familiar spot in Rockwell, I can't help but feel that I was beaten up so badly that I might not recover fully. I mean, I'm very happy that I made it, but at the same time, I'm not completely happy. Am I crazy? Do I need therapy? How can I channel this experience in a positive way...

Anyway, I'm relieved. I love my life now, finally. And I'm so damn lucky. In a few days, I will be taking the oath and signing the roll of attorneys. I do hope that I get to work in a firm or government agency that will utilize what I've learned for so many years. And I hope I will be a successful lawyer. Finally I had my chance to prove myself worthy of the appellation.

By the way, Rockwell is still very nice. I've always loved the place. I don't know if I'll get the chance to work in one of those high-rise buildings, but I'll hang out at Powerplant sometimes.

It's been one week since...

And I have to make important decisions! Anyway, the plan for this month is to celebrate BIG. And try to work as much as I can. And finish my task. And maybe, rest as much as I could.

Already processed my clearance. Oath-taking is on April 29, signing of rolls on May 2. After that, God knows where I'll go...

Alma Mater

I am feeling positive again.

Which is good. Very good.

I went back to my two alma maters, UST (my law school) and Miriam College, just to see my profs and tell them the good news. Glad that most of them still remember me.

Talked with one of the law profs who asked about my insights about the Bar Exam in Remedial Law. Told him that except with the outrageous ones, much of the questions were covered in the lectures. Of course the degree of difficulty was expected, even those out of this world questions were expected. What was not expected was the "unusually strict" corrections and the eventual lowering of the passing rate in order to raise the passing percentage. In other words, I was just plain lucky.

My college profs wanted me to speak before a general assembly of IS students. I shared with them what happened to me ever since I graduated, including those years when my future seemed to be so uncertain. I can see that they were really proud that I finally made it. Anyway, I think what impressed them was that I was just an ordinary student who just persevered. Told my profs that I was not a speaker nor a debater, but I write, which became my tool when I eventually decided to take up law. Take note that the only school writing/editing experience that I have is the departmental publication, ISsues. Oh, I was text editor of the Chi-Rho Annual. Formal writing experience included news work three years ago, and my present job summarizing Supreme Court cases. Not bad, but not really that impressive either.

Anyway, the important thing is that I made it, and I was given that assurance by my profs.

Those trips really lifted up my spirits. I still have to take a further trip down memory lane... to Stella Maris, where I spent my formative years until high school. Maybe next week.

I can't wait to take that oath!!!

UPDATES:
1. I am now a licensed attorney.
2. I got invited to speak for the IS students.
3. I already went back to Stella Maris.
4. I am presently looking for a lawyer job.