Eleventh week of LPC

The day started beautifully, just as I came out of halls, I was suddenly greeted with a Christmas market right outside on the streets. It was lined with Christmas markets selling food, candy floss, hot dogs and various Christmas gifts, it was so beautiful. I thoroughly had my breath taken away. This is exactly what I needed to see. 

To feel. Christmas. 

Especially that adorable reindeer ^_^

  

A lot of people have said to me that they think that the LPC is a lot easier than undergrad. I really don't think so. The LPC is tough, real tough. Tough because of the work load, tough because I don't know much about Business law, tough because each new transition in life comes with so many new challenges, and so many different levels of difficulty. Each day we have faced something that takes us to the very depths of our wits, straining our eyes and brains all day and all night, all for the opportunity to demonstrate to ourselves and everyone else that we're worthy to be where we are today.

But at the end of it, I always remember a saying someone told me just before I started uni. She said to me, don't study all day and all night, because at the end of it all, you won't have anything to show for it.
I initially thought she was silly for saying that to me, why wouldn't I have anything to show for it? Hard work gets you results, so my result would be a good degree. But what she meant was, I would have no happy moments to show for, I would have wasted this part of my life in books and long days/nights in the library. I won't have learnt to embrace the moments in life which are the whole point in life.
She said, ask yourself, do you want to just remember being in the library, or do you want to have memories that bring a smile to your face when you think back?

So this week I've been trying to appreciate everything in the day. This week I met my mentor, I'm so grateful for her, and for the admin for Access to Practice for selecting me and giving me a chance to advance in this legal career. I've never been that lucky in life, but that's just what I thought. I'm lucky to even be living this life.
Like today, I decided to walk through a park. Best decision ever. How beautiful are these trees, and the sky is so beautiful. That's the second time today I've had my breath taken away.



My papa brought me to tears a couple a days ago, he didn't say much, but what he said hit me so hard I couldn't stop crying. He told me he'd just paid my university fees and there's only one more instalment to go, so work hard, you can do it. I know it's not much to cry about, but to think that my parents have worked so hard to pay these extortionate fees, it really struck me in the heart.

I've always wanted to make my parents proud, they know that, they've always known that. They just want me to be happy.
So mama sent me a message yesterday saying, "As long as you've tried your best, whether you succeeded or not it doesn't matter, mama knows you're hard working."
Within this week you've both collectively managed to make me cry, thank you for making me proud of having you both as family, and most importantly as my mama and papa. I'm going to make it, for me, and always for you both.

But this walk of life without friends walking with you, is like an empty shell, hollow. Old or new friends, I'm immensely blessed to have them. Friday nights are always the most wild. Studying from 9am - 10pm, and ending the night with Fifa, wanna-be Street Fighter and maybe a couple of beers ... or two.
Thank you for keeping me living.

Here's a picture of some drunk guys dancing to Jai Ho. (don't worry, I do know them ... kinda hahaha)

♡ ~