crossroads

a month into law school and i feel like quitting. i have read more in that one month than in my whole undergrad. i'm not kidding. there are days when you ask yourself, is this what i really want? does it matter that i told the admissions committee that i would be deeply confounded if i'd be forced to choose another career other than law? it's true by the way, but sometimes, i wonder...why don't i just sing, join star in a million or something hehe...

oh, and there are days when i just want to shout: tama na please? i'm only human...but then, this is what i want. pananagutan ko to.

then there are the professors. they would waste no time in humiliating you. but it's part of the learning process. they're training us to think like lawyers. to have sharp wit can save you, albeit momentarily. in law school, you will learn to curse the high heavens when your name is called for recitation. your last name would transform itself into a ticking bomb, and once called out, it explodes into deadly fragments.

in law school, you would learn to pray often. 24/7 to be exact. if you have a God, then you learn to talk to him more often. you thank Him for making you survive a tough recitation or thank Him for making you realize that you have the capacity to learn. not the just the law, but life in general. and when things go wrong, talking to Him would make it all better.

me, quit? no way. pananagutan ko to.