THE BARRISTER

Somewhere in Tomas Morato in 2024, I was just a ‘cookie’ attending her first general assembly with thebarrister. I was still a freshman who was navigating life and law at 23, mingling with people I had never met before. 

I recently reopened my Tumblr account and scrolled through my old posts, just in case my younger self had posted something that might make me laugh. As I reached the bottom of my profile, I was met by a diary entry where I talked about my favorite band, My Chemical Romance, which split up in 2013.

Trial, in its own sense, has a vast nuance. The word can mean different things. For commerce, a foretaste of subscription. In the legal sense, it is about the bench and the bar. Through life experience, trial is a given phase for a lesson. Last Bar exams, our Bar Operations gave a good grasp for weaving both nuances stating that “where the strong endures, the stars align.” Whatever it may be, trials are means for an end – the crucible where gold is fire-tried in a furnace, which in our current situation, the law school. 

The Philippines has never been short on political drama but it appears that we have just achieved an all-time high.