Finally

It's been a while since I've written here, and the feeling is strange--almost like trying to rekindle a friendship once lost.

I guess I know how to lose friendships all too well. There's really nothing to it. You just start slipping away from a person that used to be a huge part of your life, and you don't even try to fight it. But this is not one of those lost friendships. It shouldn't be.

This blog, few though its law-related posts may be, has gotten me through some really tough times.

I envisioned it to be a place where I can chronicle my thoughts as I went through law school. Instead it became a storage for my sentimentalities :P

And yet, here I am. To the goal that seemed illusory a few years ago: I am finally a lawyer.

The Waiting Begins...

After several attempts at signing into my own Blogger account, I'm finally, successfully here.

I feel like I owe at least an explanation of what really happened to me, so here's a preview:

• I've graduated from law school.
• I went through six months of bar review HELL...
• and finished all four Sundays of the bar exams!
• I'm about to celebrate my first year anniversary with my partner!

It feels wrong to sum everything up in four points, since the sheer effort and dedication that went into what can be simplified into just four sentences were, for lack of a better word, CRAZY. My emotions have gone up and down, I went through several episodes of insanity, and I discovered a whole new dimension of me that I didn't know was there. Apparently I could be crazier--and stronger--that I thought. But that's another set of stories best memorialized in my head.

I'm here, I suppose, because I need some sort of closure, some place I can go back to. I'm not the type that takes photos, so I don't have any way of visually remembering the "highlights" of my life. And as proven in this blog, neither am I the type that religiously journals my day-to-day life.

But for all my failures to make this blog what I promised it to be, this blog is what it is (a raw and poor documentation of what the fuck happened throughout law school), and I'm happy satisfied with what I did.

In (Almost) Closing

In between studying the law and trying to land myself a decent job before graduation, life has been so fast-paced that I can barely stop, breathe, and reflect about the comings and goings of my

Last night I had to deal with… relational issues in law school, and how tired I was suddenly dawned on me.

Sure, I was tired of studying surviving the daily grind, going into a class unprepared and hoping not to get called, the whole nine yards.

But I’m mostly tired of having to deal with people’s shit in law school. I mean, people had to create a Facebook page for airing their grievances, as if the gossip that swirls around the college isn’t enough. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. I’d only meant to blow off some steam to my partner, when I ended up ranting like crazy.

I guess I should be frustrated that the few friends I gained in law schools are the ones I’m not sure I can trust 100%.

I’m not by any stretch saying that I’m faultless. In fact, I’m probably to blame for the most part. I did this to myself: deliberately missing out on activities, distancing myself, not opening up, and mentally rolling my eyes whenever one attempts to get ahead of the other (which by the way happened far more times than I can count).

The point I’m making is that I’m tired. I’m happy, for the most part, about the progress I have made—how I think I have grown, my perspective towards issues, all that stuff. But, honestly? If I could turn back time? I suppose I would be a little less agitated, more focused at the task at hand, and I would definitely stop looking for love in the wrong places.

But now that four years has passed, I’d say I didn’t do so bad myself. I’m tired, but I’m good.