Yesterday was my first day back to school. Unlike my first days in elementary, high school, and college, this one was filled both with excitement and anxiety. The other levels were easy, relatively. From elementary to college, there was continuity. No 5-year break. I had to study, just that. I was excited to finally be in law school again, and this may be one step forward, hoping I would not step back. I felt anxiety that I have already  lost the ability to think critically. And more anxiety that I cannot manage my time.

Our block met one of our professors, when we all think it was just going to be a classroom orientation. She decided to stay for more than an hour, spending time discouraging us all. Isn’t that nice? haha. She reiterated several times that you must not be in law school just because someone wants you to be in law school or because you are there in a whim. She has a point that whatever career we pursue should be the one that we really want. Then again, there are really good lawyers who didn’t want to be lawyers, initially or perpetually. But this is what I want. Many said that it was their childhood dream. It was mine, too. She said that those dreams were based on trivial things. But where do dreams begin really? Some said they wanted to be in politics (I want to be in public service). She asked, why not be a moviestar instead? It seems to me as well that that is a good idea. But it is harder to become a moviestar. You have to have the looks, the charisma, and the connection. It’s easier to learn from law than to be ridiculously beautiful. haha. Even applying a face moisturizer at night is quite bothersome to me. She said that we would experience emotional trauma, anxiety attacks, nevous breakdown. I’ve had enough of that. And she said, we’re going to lose around 20 pounds in our first semester. Great. No need to find the best diet pills, not that I care.