Keptquisling’s Weblog

I think I’ve made the right choice. When I was in engineering or fine arts, I’ve never had the feeling of optimism that I get from studying law. Even with the volume of work that needs to be done, that I’m not sure if I can finish, I feel like I belong with this course, that my efforts will pay off eventually. This time, I’m paying for my tuition with a full-time job, if I fail it will be of no cost to anyone but me. And I can try again anyway, we’re not limited to first tries.

That’s not to say that I won’t be finishing my other college courses eventually. I just need a year for engineering and a year for fine arts. I have to focus on my current endeavours though

And so begins my first day of law school. Passing through slums, riding through two lines of trains, I finally arrived with a whole hour to waste before classes start. The guard at the entrance had to check my temperature as their precaution against the new flu virus H1N1 that’s been spreading. I realize I should have slept more at the office.
Piano music in the background frames my entrance, and birds hopped and chirped in the courtyard. Compare to every other place I had to go to today, this seems peaceful, different, and honestly doesn’t feel like it belongs to the city I live in.
I was directed to a small empty room with two running air conditioners, with nothing but my psp and laptop to keep me company. I was asked to wait a few hours as our attorney professor might arrive any minute now. A few of my peers were directed to a different room. The school environment is pretty laid-back, akin to wasting lots of time with inactivity. Of course I couldn’t bring myself to complain that I sacrificed sleep just to be here on time and the professor and most of my peers aren’t even around yet. These aren’t busy people, and they would never understand my situation.
A few hours after my fist day of classes and I’ve realized one glaring truth: All those horror stories we hear about Law school are true, it’s like a little section of hell with four walls and two airconditioners. Mountains of books to read, several hundred pages to sift through, and Articles of law that needs to be memorized. Every comma, every letter, every word, and we need to have all that done before we meet again this week.