og ég fæ blóðnasir en ég stend alltaf upp
"And I get nosebleed but I always stand up.*"
-Hoppípolla, Sigur Rós.
My customized browser homepage has had these 9 Icelandic words since I first heard it.
Possibly my song for life, haha.
Failing Fr. Bernas' Consti class and Atty. Vallente's Crim class meant bye bye Ateneo. Law school is in a waaay different league. There is absolutely no room for mediocrity. First time to have failed in school ever, and I failed two subjects! :D I cut my hair, ate a tub of ice cream, and bought a pair of shoes then. I filled out appeal forms and sent letters and spent the next 6 months waiting. At home, out running errands, or otherwise being monitored by Noel with a blow-by-blow account of where I went when I get home. I wasn't allowed to get a job because dad thought I would lose my drive.
I met Dean Ulan (a.k.a. King Mufasa) in Boracay over the summer though. :) He convinced me to transfer to his kingdom--San Beda Alabang. Despite my pending appeals, I went over and enrolled. The units I earned from Ateneo were creditted, but because of the disparity of credit units allocated on a J.D. program and an Ll.B., I had to repeat some.
I earned 3 units of Persons and Family Relations Law back in college for my pre-law degree. I earned 4 units under Atty Mel Sta. Maria back in Ateneo. And then I had to earn 5 units of the same course again even if I've already passed it twice. :D I think I would've been suicidal if I failed it and had to take it a fourth time, but thanks to the lovely Atty Bruce, I got an 85. :)
I failed Crim and Consti so I naturally had to re-take them. Having Atty Amurao for Crim scared me shitless especially when I found out that only one student passed in last year's class, but luckily, he chose to pass five of us this year. :) (I guess I have Atty Vallente to thank for that. :)) I had my old Legal Research prof for Consti. Chewy gave me an 87 back in Ateneo. He gave me an 87 again this year, hahahaha. What are the odds of that. :)
I know I haven't checked the results of my last pending appeal yet, but it doesn't matter anymore. With the release of my grades from the first semester I spent in San Beda, I feel like I definitely definitely got my closure. :)
I cut my hair again last week.
Damn. I'd have a whole year of I-miss-my-long-hair woes again.
*I am a lying liar who lies.
I've never actually had a nosebleed.
(cross-posted on multiply.com)