Dear Law School Freshie, I’m sitting here writing a letter to you, the law school freshman. There was a bit of mental see-sawing before I started to write this post. First things first–I am not a law student. Hear me out–I used to be one. Leaving law school was a difficult decision to make, yet, at the same time, the best one. It isn’t because the passion isn’t there anymore, but I needed to take that breather. Anyway, here’s the tea: law school is a rollercoaster. Having been in it for years has helped me become a stronger person emotionally. I’m not scaring you off, but here are a few points I need to make.
I have always come to the University of the Philippines to get my additional readings photocopied/springbound, because the print/bind shops there do it so well. There are only two places I know like the back of my hand: the Shopping Centre and the college I [now] belong to. The Shopping Centre burnt down last year, so that’s one less place I remember. Anyway, I digress. It was a grey July day that I went to the university’s campus on a mission. My to-do list: Drop a letter at the Institute of Environmental Science (an errand for my boss)-done -Submit physical and dental exam forms and x-ray film at the Health Services-done Submit medical certificate to SOLAIR-done