Wednesday, March 20, 2013

The Making Of A Lawyer


College of Law

Five years ago, I was very much frustrated not passing the entrance examinations of UP and Ateneo College of Law. As a result, my morale was very low thinking that I let the people who believe in me down. I have to settle with San Beda College of Law, then. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise since San Beda, this I can say now, is arguably the best but inarguably the toughest law school in the land.

The best because it consistently garners one of the highest, if not the highest, passing percentage in the Bar Examinations despite allowing one of the most, if not the most, number of barristers each year. The toughest because it has been an established unwritten policy of the school that five years is the rule while four years is the exception, starting with around twenty sections in first year then it becomes four sections only during the last year, and that the school does not offer removal examinations and failed subjects can only be retaken the following year and not during the next semester. San Beda law, obviously, is not for the faint hearted.

I was part of the “rule” and not the “exception” since I finished it for five gruelling years. I failed four subjects during my five year stay in San Beda, but I have to say it, out of those four failures, three of them were questionable. Let’s just say that those professors took it personally. Well, all law students have to deal with that. As what they claim, law professors, whose egos are bigger than their head, are the gods and goddesses inside the classroom. But one thing is for sure, they cannot put a determined student down. Good thing I always wore my determination pretty tight.

My last year in law school was a grinder. I have to double the effort that I have exerted in my lower years just to survive it. There were a lot of memorable things that happened during that year. Worthy of mention is what I experienced in my midterm examination in Taxation Law Review. My mini vacation to Hong Kong has long been scheduled which was the weekend right after the examinations. Unfortunately, our examination in taxation, without consultation with students, was moved to a later date and it conflicted with my flight. I have to cut my stay abroad from four days to two days and I needed to review in the airport and inside the plane while on flight. As expected, I was not that prepared for the examination. When the result was out, I got the lowest score. But with the combination of determination and prayer, it was more of the latter actually, I was able to pass the subject, barely. Taxation sure is my waterloo. And I still remember that fateful evening when the Dean’s Office posted the list of the students who they will allow to graduate. Together with my anxious batchmates, we started searching for our names. My heart stopped beating for a while, but when I saw my name, I was in tears of joy. All those sacrifices translated into a major achievement, that is, I will be able to wear that dazzling red toga, walk on the aisle of the beautiful Abbey Church and take a step closer to becoming a Bedan lawyer. And when I say a Bedan lawyer, it is understood to be a top notch lawyer. It follows.

I could have not overcome all these without my deep devotion to St. Jude de Thaddeus, Padre Pio de Pietrelcina and Our Lady of Manaoag. Perhaps someone has already told you that prayer works. Trust me, it really does. And to my father who has consistently reminded us the importance of education and has led us in this field by example, to my mother who has been my inspiration and source of infinite love and care, to my siblings who never doubted me and have shown extraordinary support right from day one, to my relatives who were with me in prayers, and to my girlfriend, Kat, whom I can call my bestfriend, always by my side through good or bad times. Reaching my goal, though it appears otherwise, seemed never difficult because with them, anything is possible.

Countdown to OctoBar

And then the countdown to “OctoBar” began. Seven months of preparation for the biggest battle of my life. Some had a month-long break, some started their grand preparation right away, I had a week off at Ilocos. Then I was ready to take off.

I was able to enrol in San Sebastian College of Law for my review classes. Right after getting the schedule of the review, I was able to make my own calendar from April to OctoBar. Time management was very important because a day wasted maybe costly in the end. I have to compile all my review materials since first year, put those under the same subject together, pack them in a box, then label each box. Just looking at the boxes gave me additional motivation for my review. Organization, as well, is of the essence. I gave the major subjects a month each while half a month for minor subjects, but taking a time off during weekends just to make it sure that I keep myself sane for the duration of my review period.

And for the first time in my life, I was to live alone, away from my family since I cannot focus on my review when I am to live with my family where all the temptations and distractions are just around the corner. Kuya Chinkoy and Ate Jane offered their apartment to me and it was perfect for reviewing students like me. Kuya Chinkoy used the same when he reviewed and passed the Medical Technology Licensure Exam. I happily called it my home for the next seven months. I was to cook my food, wash the dishes, clean the room including the toilet, do the groceries and pay the bills. My review for the Bar did not just prepare me for the examination but also helped me become a more responsible and independent person. Shooting two birds with one stone, eh?

The irony with my review is, I rarely went to review sessions. I usually go to school during Thursdays only for the St. Jude novena and I took that time as well to get review materials. I never completed a review session since self study was more effective to me. But I see to it that I take up all the Mock Bar Exams. Out of the eight subjects, I only passed two in the said mock exams. But pressing the panic button was never an option for me. It is better to fail all subjects in the mock exams than to fail all in the real exams.

My daily routine during the duration of my review was quite dry. I have to wake up at six in the morning, turn on the radio to listen to the news, do a freestyle exercise which includes singing and dancing, cook or buy something for breakfast, review until lunch time, cook or buy once again, watch the television before taking a noon time sleep, then review again until my body lays to rest at late night. The longest time I spent in reviewing in one day was ten hours and I did not even realize that I was reviewing that long already. Funny but it is true that I forgot to take a bath thrice during my seven month long review. But although it sounds like I was spending all my time for the review, I really did not. I still found time to watch PBA, NBA, Wrestling, MMA, the Olympics and Corona’s Impeachment.

There were times when I got dead bored during my review, but thanks to Mama who never missed to call me everyday. When it’s a normal day, I would have got irritated with her calling me everyday. But during my review, talking to her on the phone was my favourite time of the day. I get to know that they are all doing fine, I get to ask sweet nothings, I get to share jokes and laughter with her, and most specially, I get to feel her love and how much she cares about my preparation for the Bar. This was an extra motivation for me to push harder for the Bar.

The most difficult time of my review was when Hanging Habagat showed its wrath and submerged the whole of Metro Manila. It was non-stop heavy raining for several days, flooding the streets, knocking out electricity, and this resulted in scarcity and later on unavailability of water and food. Flood in the streets was knee deep and nearby stores were either closed or their goods were sold out. There were times when I ate biscuits for lunch and used candles at night to review. But a determined man knows no limits. Good thing determination was wrapped around my sleeve.

To neutralize this difficult time, I had a grand one week vacation in August for Kuya Marty and Manang Mija’s wedding at Ilocos. I used this time off to relax and recharge myself for my second reading. To make it better, Kat, who was in Europe for her second masters degree, went home to the Philippines and I get to spend quality time with her, celebrating love at its peak. On the day she was to leave, we gave each other our tightest hugs and warmest kisses, and she told me, "The next time we see each other you'll already be a lawyer." It was a short but very touching message. It found its home deep inside my heart.

It was surely a roller coaster ride but good thing my schedule was right on cue and after wrapping up my review, I was very much excited instead of feeling nervous for the Bar Exams.

And then comes OctoBar.

OctoBar

Sleepless nights starting to pile up, tension rises, anticipation, excitement and anxiety all mix up, but one thing remains constant for me – prayer.

Bedan barristers get to stay in the glamorous Diamond Hotel facing Manila Bay for the four Saturdays of October. Unlike most barristers, I was with my big family inside my room – my parents, five siblings, two in-laws and my adorable nephew, Zalo Boy. As much as I would like to scan my notes hours before the first exams I was not able to do so because it won’t register in my mind anymore. I then spent those hours spending quality time with my family. I was able to sleep around eleven in the evening, woke up at three in the morning, took a bath, took up a light breakfast, received my family’s blessings, and like an early bird I went inside our service right away, positioned my self at the front seat and then read the last minute tips provided by the members of the Bar Ops. At this very moment I can feel what all lawyers have gone through. This is it, the examination of a lifetime – the infamous Bar Examinations.

First Week

First week of the exams was extra special because it was the day when our very own Blessed Pedro Calungsod was canonized. I offered my final prayers to him and then I started answering our first exam – Political Law.

First up was the MCQ part and I doubt right away my choice for the very first question which was simply asking for Cooley’s definition of Constitution. Nevertheless, I had questions two to one hundred smooth sailing. I was having a good time answering Political Law that I even went to the CR twice during the exam. But that I regret it very much because I have to cram my answer in the last two essay questions. After finishing it, I asked myself ‘is the Bar Exam really this easy or it was just me?’ I found out the answer to my question after the Labor Law Exam in the afternoon.

Bar Exams never come easy. Our Labor Law exam was a glaring proof. It was not even an exam, it was a novel. I was literally crying while taking the exam. There was no justice in it. I was not able to rethink my answer before writing it. And even if I know that my previous answer was wrong, there was no time to go back at it and correct it. Time was running fast and I barely caught up with it.

Examinees slowly went out of the building, all looking exhausted. My whole family was waiting for me outside the gate. Each one took turns to greet me. And like Papa did when Kuya Marty took the Bar in 2008, he asked me how it went. Kuya Marty when asked the same question during his Bar was in high spirit. I, on the other hand, was stuttering. It was not a good sign at all.

The following day, Monday, was a rest day for me. I get to stay with the family, enjoy the day off, but have to return to my apartment late afternoon that same day just to condition myself for another week of intense review. First week just spiced up my OctoBar and I was looking forward for the second week like a mad dog.

Second Week

Second week was equally special as the first one since Kat, who was in France, together with Mamay Cely and family, went to Lourdes. One of their intentions was for my success in the Bar Exams. I felt I was the luckiest barrister that time because I get to have someone to pray for me to Our Lady of Lourdes in France.

Morning exam during the second week was Civil Law. The first twenty five MCQ questions were difficult since it was based on Public International Law. I was beginning to sweat since after the Labor Law exam, I could not afford to have another poor performance.  Nevertheless, questions twenty six to one hundred were a big sigh of relief. And so was the essay part.

Then comes the afternoon exam, and don’t even ask what’s the subject , oh well, it’s Taxation Law. How would I describe the exam? It was tragic. Examiner asked several questions on a topic I did not even bother to read during my review. And I blew the essay part as well. Why did they have to include Taxation as a Bar subject? Hopes are getting thin, time was running out. But Romans 12:12 has always reminded me to “Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.”

Third Week

Lord sure is good! Third week, which is supposed to be the hardest combination of subjects in Commercial and Criminal Law, turned out to be way easier than expected. After the exams, barristers went out of the building wearing a smile for the first time in three weeks.

Fourth Week

During the fourth and last week, all barristers were in high spirit mainly because it is the last leg of suffering. But still we have to give our best because the morning exam, Remedial law, comprises twenty percent of our final grade. A good performance in the said subject will give the barrister a great chance of passing, a bad performance, on the other hand, will make all chances of passing cloudy, while a so-so performance will just add up to anxiety on the part of the barrister while waiting for the results. I was very well in the last category. To ease the burden, I did not find any problem drafting my legal memorandum and in fact finished it almost an hour before the time.

And that wrapped up my Bar Examinations. I wanted to cry because I know I had very poor performances in some subjects, but I wanted to jump and celebrate as well because I have already finished it. But I did not do any of the two, instead, I was wise enough to pray to God, thank Him for everything and asked Him that let His will be done. I had a quiet but joyful thanksgiving dinner with the whole family thereafter.

Post-Bar

I get to spend the All Souls Day at Ilocos and had a much needed rest there. But I just have to say it here, I have lamented the fact that I personally did not feel the respect and the support that my UP org had shown to other and previous barrister sisses/bros, with the exception of a few who have consistently uplifted my morale and never doubted me. Worse, my College of Law org terminated my membership without due process and it even came during the time I needed them the most. Yes, I told her it would be okay if the org would not barops me but I also told her that I would be happy if they would still barops me. She must construe sentences as a whole, she should have known better. Well, I knew I was not active but I’m telling you all right now, I would have not asked for material things if the org has decided to barops me, I would just ask for prayers and that’s it. But she told me the org did not terminate my membership, but if it’s so, why did they not even include me in the tarpaulin they hang inside the school campus during the Bar, and why did members never visit or even text me some encouraging words. What did I do to deserve all these? Also, some inactive members were still included in their barops and I felt I was singled out. I have been a very proud member of the org, persuading many to join it because it is of much help, but it ended in a very sad note. No I am not a bitter man, I am just trying to say that I am not the villain here, I was, in fact, the victim, whose cries were never heard by my ex bros and sisses. But who needs all these drama? I had the best support group – San Beda Centralized Barops, the best in the land, my girlfriend, who eventhough we are thousand miles apart, never missed sending me encouraging words, and my family, the best family one could ever ask for. God really works in mysterious ways!

I started applying for a job late November. I had several invites through email but once they asked for my rank and grades, surprisingly in an unprofessional manner, they won’t reply anymore. I also had three interviews, all ended up unsuccessful. In my first interview, he said the firm will not like me because I was sporting a long shaggy hair, but what happened to ‘I can have a haircut tomorrow naman eh.’ In my second interview, it went well but he wanted to wait for the results because basing it on my rank, I was ‘in the zone.’ My third interview turned out to be the worst. She made me wait for almost four hours, and when it was time for us to talk, I looked at my watch, as this has become my habit everytime I sit down, and so she asked ‘may lakad ka?’ My interview lasted for three agonizing minutes where all I said was ‘yes ma’am.’ After all these bloody interviews, I decided to stop looking for a job and instead wait for the results.

2013 did not come brightly either. I was very ill on New Year's Day and was confined in the hospital for nearly a week. I was vomitting for days and was not able to take in food, solid or liquid. I was diagnosed with typhoid fever. By then, it looks like 2013 will not be that bright sun shiny for me. But I held on to my faith. God never fails.

The Results

Just yesterday, I was in a trip coming from Batangas together with Papa, Mama and Zalo Boy. I was expecting the results to be out late afternoon. It was noon time and the results were already out. I was praying hard to Our Lady of Manaoag because I found out that only 17% passed the Bar. I was kissing Zalo Boy just to lighten up the already very intense emotion. And then Kuya Marty called, he was crying and in a complete mess. “Abugadu kan ading ko,” he said (You are already a lawyer my brother) I burst in tears, it was tears of joy. I kissed Papa and Mama who were also in tears. Zalo was in dazed, watching us three crying our lungs out. I told Papa, we have to go to Padre Pio along C5 to say our thanksgiving prayer. This is God’s will and it is just right to thank Him for everything. There is no better way to thank Him for this than to serve and glorify Him for the rest of my life.

Five years ago, I was very much frustrated not passing the entrance examinations of UP and Ateneo College of Law. Five years later, I passed the Bar Examinations and I am proud to say that I am a Bedan Lawyer!

Monday, March 4, 2013

Love Is Another Word For Mother


They say a mother’s love is so pure and tender, it is unconditional, it never ceases, it is the greatest love one could ever receive. They say. Why don’t we be the one to say it? And so, I am saying now – my mother’s love is so pure and tender, it is unconditional, it will never cease, it is the greatest love I have ever received.

         
          Perhaps many of us have under appreciated the love our mother has been pouring to us. Like cooking our favorite food, doing the groceries, liking our Facebook posts, texting and calling us randomly, being proud of our achievements, these are all manifestations of her love to us that we usually overlook. Everytime our mother do these things, she very well deserves a ‘thank you’ or a hug or a kiss, but we seldom do that. It’s unfair. But our mother never complains and instead looks forward to doing these things over and over again.

          Love sure is another word for mother.

          As we grow old, we become more independent from our parents. We get too busy with our studies or our work, we lock our eyes on our ambitions and focus more on our own family. We usually forget to show how grateful we are to our mother who gave birth to us and raised us with all the difficulties and sacrifices she underwent. And when she reaches the twilight stage of her life and some even become afflicted with old-age related illnesses, we either unconsciously abandon her or let others take care of her. It’s unfair. It is true that during those stages of her life she is very helpless, fragile and useless if you may, but we were all like that before, that is when we were still babies, and yet our mother never abandoned us and instead gave us the best love and care she could ever provide.

          Love sure is another word for mother.

          We usually show our love and appreciation to our mother during special occasions like during her birthday, during Mother’s Day, or, sad to say, when she gets very ill or worse when we lose her. But take a minute or two of our time to ponder how often we should show our gratitude to our mother and we will realize that even if we do it everyday, it would never be enough. Nevertheless, that would be way better than late or never.

          I wrote this one because I feel I’ve been unfair to my mother. During my review for the Bar Exams, she never missed to call me everyday for seven  months just for her to know if I’m doing fine or to ask if I need something. Since reviewing could get very stagnant, talking to my mother on the cellphone was my favorite time of the day. And just last month during my birthday, she was the one who greeted me first and surprisingly with a kiss on my cheek. I am now 27 years old and every kiss from my mother is a priceless moment. All these despite the fact that I have been rude to her and I have made her cry several times, yet her loving and caring for me and my siblings never waned. She never gets tired. What she is showing is more than obligation, it is the very meaning of love.

          Love sure is another word for mother.

          Of course most of us will say I want to marry someone who is better than my mother. I am one of them. But in terms of loving and caring, I would be lucky if I will find someone who will love and care for my future children close to what my mother did to us. It is because what my mother did is the very best, it is second to none, no one can even come close. She gave up her career and her pursuit of her profession to be a full time mother to six children. Despite criticisms from others, I can honestly say that my mother loved and cared for us, her children, better than anyone I have known.

          Love sure is another word for mother.

          How about a kiss, a hug, a ‘thank you,’ a call, a text, a treat, a song, a laugh, a cake, a flower or anything for your mother today? And if she curiously asks why, say this with a smile – “Because you are my love.”

          Love is another word for mother.