I came back to UP a few days ago to attend to my deficiencies, since I was and still expecting to graduate this term. Little did I know, that prior to graduation, one must be enrolled in the university for one year. So I am yet to face another hitch to my journey to higher learning.
It may have seemed that I’ve been a total slacker during my undergrad years. For if not, I should be an on-time graduate, at the very least. But I am not to lament over the things that I’ve done and chosen to do. Instead, I decided to take revenge upon myself: I will pursue a higher formal education.
This idea did not just cross my mind. I poured hours and days and months to decide on what I am going to do with my life. I initially planned that right after graduation, I would enter the great pillars of Bocobo Hall and settle there for another four years. But it looks like fate has other plans, or schools, for me.
Law schooling had first taken hold of my imagination when I watched Legally Blonde. As superficial as it may seem, the film gave me a completely different picture of the otherwise stiff, heartless bitches lawyers that I see in movies, and most of the time, in real life. The film gave me the impression that such people can also exude mythical aura, and thus, I’ve decided, that I wasn’t going to be mere holder of a Bachelor’s degree, a failure at first attempt to succumbing to the real world (work work work), nor a corporate sell-out (well, at least for now, meehehehe).
I had my undergrad in UP and needless to say, it has honed me into becoming a bold, invincible woman, and this attitude has coaxed me into believing that I can do whatever I want without fear of rejection. And for a year more than two decades of my life, this is the first time that I ever felt so sure. I never wanted something, anything, this bad before. Even my receiving of the rejection letter from UP Law did not stop me from reaching my tower-tall dream – to become a lawyer (naks!).
In the next few months, I will be shedding my jeans-and-shirt look and will be clad in a Catholic school uniform. And sure as hell that I will let other people see me in those “costumes”. In the next few months, I might be able to know exactly who I am. In the next few months, everything’s going to be alright.
“Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing is gonna be all right.
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!”
hexagonal dream totem 