Entering law school and being a lawyer is not actually a childhood dream for me. But there was that turning point in my life that leads me into this decision.

I took up a law- related preparatory course in college despite that uncertainty of the life goal which I really want to achieve. But then, I still finished it thinking that I have no choice but to continue and I dont want to quit. And after our commencement exercise, I just found myself thrilled of the fact that months beginning March 2014, Ill be entering this so- called jungle.

My family and I decided to entrust this big future for me with the University of Batangas. That was June 8, 2014, that officially, I am a first year law student. And officially, I was a torture victim. Being this kind of student is indeed a WOW thing, but being WOW entails a lot of sacrifices.

The first two weeks of my first semester was totally unexplainable. Every night after going home from class was a scheduled crying night. I kept on asking myself if I am sane enough to do what we are required to do, if this is the life that I want for the next four or five years of my life, If this pile of books and voluminous pages of cases to be read and cups of coffee every night will be my mandatory companion instead of real people and if I am willing to sacrifice my favorite TV series plus my comfy bedtime just for the sake of dumping myself in that chair while talking alone with myself trying to understand and memorize everything. Sleeping time was actually my greatest challenge and yes, I chose to sacrifice it a lot of times. I even highlight those dispositive portion of a decision to emphasize the damages for sleepless nights and anxiety thinking I should also ask that for myself.

5am. This is the permanent alarm time on my cell phone, or my companions cellphone (since I was actually renting) just to wake me up, regardless of the sleeping time that Ill have. Feeling awful about yourself is just too ordinary. Eyebags here and eyebags there is a usual facial feature of a law student (though there are those so blessed kiddos who do not have it despite loads of readings). But then, days passed, and everything just get too normal, everything seems to be a routine that is necessary to be done. And later on, I just found myself hooked, and theres no quitting anymore.

During my first semester, we were actually numerous, 33, I guess. That every class time, room 301 was actually filled with intense pulse rates and heartbeats, saints being called for the sake of not to be called but no one can escape, once youre called or your lucky card be picked, its recite the case or explain the doctrine.

You could actually see a lot of scenarios inside a law school classroom. There were those students who would come early to savour every minute that you could still read, or just talk with your classmate. There were those that seems unprepared, ask them how much theyve read and will answer you, just a few I actually did not study, I failed to finish the assignments, but when asked by the professor, their brain cells seems to be overflowing with ideas form the assigned readings. Some are too haggard to comb their hair or fix their clothing because of the fear to be called and later on just stare on the board, to the professor, to the chair in front, to the ground, just choose any. Stattering is a normal noise. Heartbeats are usual sounds, if only the heart can go out of its cage, it will, perhaps. Nervousness is not an enough word. Personally, there was a time that I was really blank. I know it! I know it! Promise, before I stand, I know it! but everything just popped out.