fast and faster

my weeks seem to go by so fast now. when before i couldn't wait for saturday to come, now, it seems to just keep on becoming saturday. (which is no longer good, since dan gat is my saturday class and i can never seem to read everything that i have to for his class.)

but i live for saturdays.

am getting used to it actually. this is the college life i never had when i was in masscomm. now, i go to class in the morning, have lunch at the caf with my blockmates, photocopy readings and am at home by 1 or thereabouts. i study and have dinner at home. which is so different from undergrad because i never had a reason to be home then till after dinnertime. and even after dinner, i stopped at starbucks and talked my heart out till it was time for all of us to be at home, and tomorrow we could do the same thing again.

it feels weird, because now, i feel like i can live at home again. i can sit down and have lunch and dinner with my mother and brother and talk about the day. like a normal family? and with my mom? its living proof that things have changed. and how.

i miss lunches and dinners with my dad though. and hanging out with the lawyers in his office. and talking with them about how wonderful law school life is going to be.

now am actually living it. and its quite different from what i expected. but am coping.

i had my first recit with dan gat yesterday. it wasn't the best, most groundbreaking phenomenal recit ever, but i think i passed. a dos at least. or better. i can't believe i cried every friday night because i was so scared of failing. pero i know that my recit is an act of mercy on God's part. to be the first to be called to talk about the ONE article that i actually knew. it was as if the heavens opened up and God said "I will take of you. You know that."

i feel so blessed.

I know I will improve.

I miss my friends!

I really do. Last night, I was with my block. Last week, I was with them too. Kami na lang talaga ang nagkikita. I miss the dinners and long conversations overpriced coffee with my friends. Now its been beer in bars over clouds of smoke. And i am the different one. Sober and coughing.

It's weird. Not bad, just weird. I miss the security of knowing exactly what would be happening at the end of the evening.

ah, but am not complaining. Life has been good. I'll leave it at that.