Upon stepping outside of Malcolm Hall, my first word was a curse. It was my reaction when I saw my friend waiting outside. I knew that my chances were slim especially since I didn't feel any sense of fulfillment. I was simply glad that I was walking around again in that great hall.
Way back in the 80s, my dad was accepted in the UP College of Law. Good for him. I only wished I could also study in the same college, not because of expectations or traditions, but more so because I really wanted to be a great defender of rights someday. As I grew older, a lot of opportunities became very tempting. These got me so tied that I wavered in focusing on a future in the law school of my choice and having a great career in the legal profession after. I also realized that one does not necessarily find fulfillment alone in being a lawyer. There are plenty of ways to become awesome and help others find their own inner sense of being awesome. This became my plot for six months post graduation...(to be continued)
