Graduation is looming.
Mother’s dress is picked out while mine is waiting for mother’s cheque or check to be written.
Writing and I are estranged.
I had a brilliant idea of sharing my story of law school.
Then it occurred to me that sharing my friends’ stories is an even more brilliant idea.
I asked, many agreed, few proceeded to write and even fewer were chosen.
So for the next few weeks leading up to 7th July, I will be sharing their stories.
Why their stories?
The idea was to capture the journey of a few of us in law school and publish it on my blog.
It was inspired by the conversations I had throughout our last semester, which for some reason felt very weird
A lot of my friends did not consider it an achievement to have finished this chapter of their lives especially because of the horror stories we have had over the years about the bar course, that is if you even pass the pre-entry exam to get in.
I wanted to change that, maybe just to have company in the “excitement lane” or to have content for my blog. The plan was to challenge them to count their blessings and what better way than writing about the journey, the milestones, low moments, lessons and everything in between.
I started law school in 2013 with absolutely no idea what I had signed up for.
I had heard all these statements like, “Law is very hard” but well every stage of education was usually hard or at least we were told.
From primary school to high school, we were always threatened about how school is hard yet we still made it so I thought the same approach would apply to law school.
My mum also known as, “super believer in my unknown abilities” steered me towards joining law school. She used every opportunity to remind me that I would survive it. Clearly, “mama is always right”.
I got into law school, clueless but I studied anyway. It helped to have had a wonderful roommate who is now one of my very good friends Darlington Mercy. She’s those people who plan their things three months earlier and unlike me, law school had been her dream. (Her story is coming soon)
First year was really sent to shock me as well as the people in my life.
First forward to 2017, four years down that road. Law school has shaped me into someone with direction.
All the assignments, extra years, studying laws or cramming them only to find they were repealed at night as you slept, lecturers failing to show up the whole semester but setting the exam and marking it (hello international law 1 and 2) have been a trail of lessons leading to the person I am today and I am thankful;
I met wonderful people like Komusana. I met these people who have added spice to my life.
I’m grateful for the stress-fully long lectures sometimes starting at 7am and ending at 8pm.
I’m grateful for the Latin expressions we learn’t or didn’t learn.
I’m grateful for the torture law school put me through and I’m not even exaggerating because in our first year the lecturer gave us coursework for a course unit taught in third year and believe me we figured it out.
I’m grateful for growth and on 7th July, adorned in my new dress and shoes in the company of these crazy human beings we are going to celebrate.
That is my story, what’s yours? Was finishing school everything you hoped for and more?