Finding My Roots

I went to Megamall last night to scout again for discounted bargains. Yvette my officemate and I left the office around 7:00 in the evening. Since purchasing people went on a branch visit yesterday, we left the office just the 2 of us. We parted @ the mall entrance while she transferred to the opposite side of the street to got a ride, I decided to take the first FX taxi going to Megamall. Since I am alone going home (Emy my regular companion went with the other purchasing people). I decided to go straight to Megamall instead of alighting @ Acacia Lane. I went to the mall to buy gifts for Christmas (am not complete yet with my Christmas gifts). But on my way to the mall entrance, I bumped into a woman I barely took notice of. As I looked back @ the corner of the children’s section I saw my former professor in law school – medium built, with wide black eyes, pouted lips, heavy eyeglass with gray hair. Immediately the image of my believed professor came to mind. The thought of her made me tensed and shiver. I remember her with a mixture of fear and respect.

During my grade school years, I strive to be @ the top of my class. I reaped honor and gold medals. When I was in high school I strive to excel both in academics and extra-curricular activities. I graduated @ the top of our class. Good enough reasons to feel proud. But it was her who made me eat my pride.

She brought fears on me and hated her @ first. One time she asked me to recite in one of our law subject, as I answered her questions, a follow up questions will immediately be added for me to answer. Feeling intimidated, I answered back that I don’t know the answers to her follow up questions and that I was not able to read the entire provisions and jurisprudence. I got her wrath because of that and as a result, I got her angry and declared “Maylene you have not been studying. You are becoming lazy. I doubt it if you will be able to hurdle the bar exams. I know you can make it, if you will only embrace the law training. If you can’t, then you have the option to decide whether to continue your studies or not”. Feeling ridiculed, I sit back as my face felt hardened and my hair blown away from my head. At that instance I promised myself that I would strive to prove her wrong.

During my college days, I may not be on top of my class but I can say that I did not discounted my parents as I passed all my subjects. I am a campus figure, which adds up for me being proud of this. I’ve finished my MBA too. Unlike in law school, my MBA class is such an overwhelming experience.

But as I entered law school I realized that studying law and aspiring to be a lawyer is not an easy thread. You have to read tons of pages of provisions and articles to cope with the rigorous demands of law studies.

As I see her flash a big smile I realized that it was she who taught me to strive for perfection; an ideal I would aim for the rest of my life.