Going Back to Law School

I am so determined to go back to school this first semester. Going back has never been as exciting as this one. I have been away for so many years. The thought of once again memorizing provisions will surely be a welcome addition to my seemingly routine life - house, work then house and work again, sleep, eat, and sleep and eat again - nothing extra ordinary. It has become so boring. Love life is boring not that I am complaining it’s just that it’s not as interesting as it used to be. Sex life? Goodness! When was the last time I really sweat? I can’t even recall. The only consolation will probably be my work because I am kind of enjoying it. There is a perfect balance in it. It requires a lot of thinking which I really need getting used to.(-: 90% less customer contact and more independence. Thus, school is something that will spice up my life more. As I said it’s a welcome addition. It’s hard to be not in school. If only I could just study forever, of course with lots of money to support me, I would have.
Meeting thinking people, reading law books, encountering exciting professors, meeting deadlines, taking extremely long and nosebleed-exams are things I am missing. Standing up with almost nothing to say bec you’re so damned scared not knowing what sort of questions will be asked and the most important thing of all what possible answers can you scout from the recesses of your mind and translate them into mature, lawyer-like phrases…Gosh! Scary? Definitely. Exciting? You bet. I remembered vividly when I was in one of my classes way back 2002 (I know. I told you it’s been awhile) She was kind enough to allow me to read the provision. Thinking that it was the only thing she’d like me to do, I stood up with no hesitation and I must say I read the provision with eloquence and with my undying unique accent but guess what after the reading there was a question- a difficult one. I never expected it. I thought she was just missing my reading skills (just kidding). I love situations, scenarios, cases and the like but dude that day I surely wasn’t loving it. I can’t remember anything. My spirit went somewhere else and so she asked me again to read a line from the same provision and this time I could even barely read. I was no better than a 5th grader. My accent was gone. (-: And by the way, she flunked me that semester. She must have been very disappointed bec she was the type who doesn’t really fail students unless they’ll force her to. That will give you a glimpse of how I probably looked like that day in her classroom. I missed it. Weird huh but I really missed it. The sudden gush of blood from your heart going straight to your head that renders you oblivious for awhile, others call it adrenaline rush, I call it torture and bliss. (-: I am so excited. FEU, here I come.