By Jed Paul O. Naval
I remember the day I first walked by the University’s towering walls. I was dumbfounded by its beauty, and ever since, I made it my life’s mission to walk within its hallowed halls again.
And here I am, years after I got my acceptance letter, writing a column for those who may also experience what I am about to go through.
We all know that leaving the institution should not be taken lightly. Facing this situation is a form of adversity. It is not only a “blow” to our ego, but it also affects our plans in pursuing a legal career. It is no secret that this fine institution is notoriously demanding. We are held to a high standard of academic performance in studying the law, while acting within ethical and professional guidelines. As a result, we developed study habits and time management skills that would help us maintain the integrity of our line of work.
But then, there are times when it feels that no amount of study habits nor time management skills can help us cement our futures here. Despite its prestige, not all of us will find success or fulfillment here. It is a tough pill to swallow, but it is important to remember that it doesn’t define us as a person or our success.
Leaving this place should not be viewed as a reflection of one’s intelligence or character. Instead, it should be seen as an opportunity for growth and improvement. Sometimes, things do not work out the way we plan them. It is said that the path toward success is not always linear.
As I count the days ’til I leave this place, I can’t help but feel bittersweet. On one hand, I am excited to finally have a break from the daily grind of humiliating recitations and unreasonable assignments. On the other hand, I know that I will be leaving behind some of the best years of my life. I had spent four years at this school, making friends and memories that would surely last me a lifetime.
But now it is time for me to move on and let go.
When I stood in front of the benches in Fr. Sabater’s Court, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia for all the good times I had experienced. From failed recitations to drinking sessions, from late-night dinners at BonChon to early morning coffee at Tims—those were the moments that would stay with me forever.
Leaving San Beda will surely be a turning point in my life–-one that will mark the end of an era and the beginning of a new chapter. While it wasn’t always easy saying goodbye, I know that it is time to move forward and embrace what lies ahead.
The Barrister 