hello. im ia. a law student.

driving home from katipunan last night, i got to thinking. im a sophomore in law school.

i can't believe i made it.

even more so, i can't believe im still here.

but i am. and even though i had spent practically the entirety (well, sort of) of saturday and friday night studying, and even though i had gone home from the law library at 9:30 almost everyday since school started, i still wake up when i have to and haul myself off to school.

and yet, my law blockmates can attest to this. i get a glazed look everytime i hie off to the golden days of masscomm. when coming to class with nothing except my charm (hahaha) and my ideas were enough to get me by.

i started a lot of my sentences with "back when i was in broad..." and on weekends when i can afford to, my masscomm blockmates and org friends are one of the first people i text to go out.

i jumped at practically every occasion i could turn into a production event.

but somewhere in the middle of all of this, it seemed to matter less and less.

i found myself in a conversation with a friend from masscomm yesterday, while we were both attempting to study at the law library. we talked about old friends and old loves, flings, failed career attempts, exploring into the call center world, and gossip about everyone else in our batch. everything that i lived and breathed when i was in undergrad. but somehow everything felt different. i no longer felt like i was a part of it. and it was surprisingly okay.

so okay in fact, that when he left me, i was still able to study some as i waited for my blockmates to arrive. no afterthoughts. no distractions.

at the end of the day, it was the law that i came home to and the law that i woke up to. and now, it doesnt bother me as much.

i suppose, after spending more than a year as a struggling-law-school-student-hopeful, ive finally become one.

and it ain't such a bad view from here. hooboy. am i really here? yet somehow i know i am.