I thought I could resist blogging about something that's so eight years ago, but I couldn't. Not when Father Rudy instructed me yesterday to think of the things I should be thankful for, instead of sulking over things I'm obviously not meant to have.
I'm talking about the Bar Exams. For, what other September could be more meaningful for a "pretend lawyer" ( if I may borrow Jo's term) such as myself than that September some years ago when the only thing that mattered was taking and eventually passing the Bar?
The details of that September are forever etched in my mind. For four gruelling Sundays, I had to wake up real early, pray, psyche myself that I was ready, dress up, force myself to eat lest I faint during the exam, check my stuff, walk to La Salle (the hotel where we stayed was 5 minutes away from Gokongwei Bldg), attempt to ignore the cheering crowd (I swear, BarOps could be distracting), find my room and finally take the exam while silently praying at the same time (yes, it can be done if you're that desperate).
The most memorable part for me was when the guy sitting next to me stood up in the middle of Political Law (the 1st exam on the first day) tore his test paper, surrendered it to the watcher and walked out of the room sobbing. Imagine our shock when that happened. The Bar, indeed, is not for the faint-hearted.
When I handed my exam booklet in Ethics (the last exam on the last Sunday), I remember begging God to make me pass, not because I didn't want to do it again, but because I didn't want to subject my family to the same stress and tension all over again. To this day, whenever I doubt my family's love and support for me, I look back to those times and become convinced that I am truly loved.
Today is the last day of the Bar Exams. As I write this, the examinees must be having their Beer-Ops already. I didn't go to any of the post-bar parties during my time. After the last exam, I went straight home and then my mom and I went to the church to hear mass and to thank God for sustaining me. As far as I can recall, that must have been the longest time I ever spent at the blessed sacrament.
When Father Rudy reminded me yesterday to be thankful for all the things that God has blessed me with, especially those which I feel I don't deserve, I knew that passing the Bar should be on top of my list. I know it's been a while since God answered my prayer. But if you've experienced taking the Bar at least once in your life, you'll understand why eight years later, I'm just as thankful.
To the 2008 Bar Examinees, especially those from Lingkod and CLASE, congratulations! You don't have to wait for the results to know that you are blessed. I will keep you in my prayers.
I'm talking about the Bar Exams. For, what other September could be more meaningful for a "pretend lawyer" ( if I may borrow Jo's term) such as myself than that September some years ago when the only thing that mattered was taking and eventually passing the Bar?
The details of that September are forever etched in my mind. For four gruelling Sundays, I had to wake up real early, pray, psyche myself that I was ready, dress up, force myself to eat lest I faint during the exam, check my stuff, walk to La Salle (the hotel where we stayed was 5 minutes away from Gokongwei Bldg), attempt to ignore the cheering crowd (I swear, BarOps could be distracting), find my room and finally take the exam while silently praying at the same time (yes, it can be done if you're that desperate).
The most memorable part for me was when the guy sitting next to me stood up in the middle of Political Law (the 1st exam on the first day) tore his test paper, surrendered it to the watcher and walked out of the room sobbing. Imagine our shock when that happened. The Bar, indeed, is not for the faint-hearted.
When I handed my exam booklet in Ethics (the last exam on the last Sunday), I remember begging God to make me pass, not because I didn't want to do it again, but because I didn't want to subject my family to the same stress and tension all over again. To this day, whenever I doubt my family's love and support for me, I look back to those times and become convinced that I am truly loved.
Today is the last day of the Bar Exams. As I write this, the examinees must be having their Beer-Ops already. I didn't go to any of the post-bar parties during my time. After the last exam, I went straight home and then my mom and I went to the church to hear mass and to thank God for sustaining me. As far as I can recall, that must have been the longest time I ever spent at the blessed sacrament.
When Father Rudy reminded me yesterday to be thankful for all the things that God has blessed me with, especially those which I feel I don't deserve, I knew that passing the Bar should be on top of my list. I know it's been a while since God answered my prayer. But if you've experienced taking the Bar at least once in your life, you'll understand why eight years later, I'm just as thankful.
To the 2008 Bar Examinees, especially those from Lingkod and CLASE, congratulations! You don't have to wait for the results to know that you are blessed. I will keep you in my prayers.
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