someyougiveaway

That was my song when I took the bar a few years ago. It might as well be resuscitated from memory now considering that I'm embroiled in yet another bar operations for a couple of friends (used to be three, I scratched the other one from the list, from my life actually). Anyway, I got to work Saturday night, made sure the food and tips were taken cared of,  that the bar kit was complete and then went on to solicit for hotel funds to cover one of my barristers' lodging. Although I missed it last year, I think I still got it (according to my "clients" who had no complaints).  

Like I usually do, I swung by my sorority's headquarters and said hello to my gorgeous sisses who,of course, didn't forget to squeeze some moolah out of me.I always make sure that  I have something set aside for the bar season, my way of showing eternal gratitude to those who bar operated me in 2005. Paying it forward, kind of but not entirely because I've enjoyed doing it since I got into law school. There's a kind of rush, a shot of adrenaline that takes over me every September and I literally get high.

After bleeding my pockets dry, I checked out early and left Santi with his brods and their yearly pusoy session.You'd be amaze at how much stuff they lose in this supposedly harmless cardgame, in cash and and in kind. On the second sunday of my bar exams, Santi totally forgot about me trying to recover his "losses". I took a cab from the hotel to the barsite because he conveniently had my car and its keys. He got a mouthful from Elvie which, to date, he has nightmares of. Buti nga. 

Going back to the adrenaline part , I didn't quite feel the "high" this year. Maybe because my buddies G (in Hollywood) and C (in Ormoc) were in other parts of the planet and left me lurking around  the cold corridors of Sheraton alone. (Bumalik na kayo dito mga bruha!) Or maybe because the noise was toned down by the Supreme Court (Kj ni Justice Puno!). No more bands, ati-atihan, snake parade and all the other fantastic gimmicks that law schools think of to buoy the spirits of their bar candidates.Nada.The barristers looked like they were entering the gates of hell with their glum and/or scared faces. Poor things. Thank goodness for this funny banner that served as the comic relief of the weekend (I wanted to take a picture but didn't have the digicam on hand). It said in bold italics, "Karla Made It, You can do it, too!" 

Hahaha. I-pressure ba? At sinung topnotcher ba si Karla? 

Whoever that banner was for, I'm sure he had the face of Karla breathing on his/her neck as he struggled to enumerate the requisites of a warrantless arrest. May the banner be with you!

In any case, I wish this month to be over with. For the the sanity of my barristers..and mine. I'm getting too old for this. Or the whole thing itself is getting old. Or maybe, like most things in my world lately, I'm just over it. 

Minz is: blah