Justice Lucas P. Bersamin, the 2017 Bar Exams Chairman, is
noted for his punctiliousness. We may presume that he has run a tight ship over
the 2017 bar exams.
One case in point is the dress code that was imposed in 2017.
You would not see an examinee in shorts like this one from the 2016 exams:
On January 8, the examiner in Civil Law already reported a
perfect score to Justice Bersamin according to this FB post:
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It was followed by another post on March 18 about a near perfect
score in Remedial Law.
Just who is this "demigod'' in the above posts? See this post from before the 2017 exams:
Just who is this "demigod'' in the above posts? See this post from before the 2017 exams:
We may also presume that this demigod runs an even tauter ship over his examiners. In the same FB
post, Atty. Morgan, my favorite source of lawyerly chitchat, mentioned a conversation he had in September 2017 with
AJ Bersamin.
With such young and healthy examiners the checking would be
over much, much earlier than May. So the results may be out after the Holy
Week!
After at least four years of withering assaults, verbal or otherwise, from their professors these nine examinees just could not finish the race. If there are a couple of thousand bar flunkers, another couple of thousand of bar passers, and 10 or more bar topnotchers, may we call these nine as bar dropouts?
We are often regaled with the stories of the topnotchers. Or of bar passers with interesting names like my schoolmate Habeas Corpuz and his fellow passer Nat King Coles.
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Actually this is a story of the conclusion of my pilgrimage. To retrace my pilgrimage from law school rooms in Cebu to Room 323, 3rd Floor, St. Martin de Porres Bldg. of the University of Sto. Tomas, Manila you may refer to the footnotes.
In March of 2016 I was finally through with law school. Many
of us in the graduating class decided to take the bar exams a year later. And regretted.
In the midst of my online review in May 2017 I experienced
dizzy spells. A blood test revealed I was low in all counts of red blood cells,
hemoglobin, and hematocrit. I was put on ferrous sulfate. By September they
were back to stable levels per another blood test.
So I bought two round trip plane tickets. The first would
bring me to Manila on the Thursday prior to the Sunday exams, give me time to
pick up my exam permit the following day, rest on Saturday, face the dragon on
Sunday and return home on the Monday.
The other ticket was for the next week’s round trip. I planned to buy the other
round trip tickets after the 2nd Sunday exam. In fact I was hedging. The ASEAN
summit would be around the 2nd Sunday and I was half-expecting chaos. If I
couldn't return to Manila, I would only waste one round trip ticket.
There would be no such thing as rest prior to the exams as
suggested by many reviewers, at least for the first Sunday. I had this heavy
backpack filled with 4-day supply of clothing and my favorite blanket, without which I could not sleep
well, when I reached Manila on the Thursday. From Terminal 3 of NAIA I took the
white airport loop bus to the EDSA terminal of LRT 1 and MRT. The first long
line I joined happened to be for MRT. Oops!
Finally got onto the LRT coach. It was standing room all the
way to Central Station where I alighted, took the jeepney to España, got off
and walk my way to Earnshaw to my lodging house.
How did I manage to do this, I who had only been to the
vicinity of UST 20 years ago when I was still carrying a printed map I bought
in National ? This time I had a mental note of Google map from my desktop PC at
home.
On Friday morning I went to the police outpost near the
stairs of the footbridge in front of the gate of UST and sought direction to
the Supreme Court. The officer pointed out a jeepney that plies the route. So off I went to Mt. Olympus on Padre Faura,
if you know what I meant.
I got down at Luneta prematurely. I had only a bird’s
eyeview of the vicinity from my mental note of google map. Padre Faura, to my
chagrin, was still some blocks away. After much walking I thought I had a blister in my toe. It was in fact a
toenail constantly entangled in my sock
that was causing discomfort. In my last year in law school I was already
retired so I found no need for socks in my dress code. But hey, I was on my way
to Mt. Olympus, hence the socks.
It was almost noon when I got my permit. And I missed my
midmorning snack depleting my sugar. I went back to Luneta and along the way
looked for a Chowking outlet where I could have chop suey and tofu. But found
none. So I made my way back to España and ate a meal of chicken at Jolibee then
walked back to the lodging house.
In the evening I was feverish after all the anxiety and
excitement during the day. Daytime of Saturday I was alone in the lodging room
as my three roommates/classmates were still at their last minute review, or
whatever it was called. In the evening we made arrangement with the canteen of
the lodging place for our breakfast and the lunch packs which we would bring to
UST.
1st Sunday. At 4 AM lights were already blazing and my
classmates were all dressed because they have to get out early in order to
catch the last minute tips. I joined them at early breakfast. There was little
choice on the menu and they were those that would not be kind to my stomach:
greasy, etc. The boys (they were in their late twenties and they call me
Manong) brought their packed lunch with them, while I brought mine back to our
room. My plan was to join them at UST at 7AM;
go back to our room for lunch and head back to UST before 1PM. Exam time
was 8-12 and 2-6.
Having only some bites of breakfast I was already terribly
hungry by 11:30. When a couple of other examinees handed in their booklets, I
followed suit and almost run back to our lodging place. On opening my lunch
pack, I foresaw trouble in the afternoon exam. I am not sure how it was done,
but the chicken looked like it was cooked in water, toyo and oil. I ate half of
the rice and planned to last the whole afternoon by stuffing more kitkat
chocolate bars into my transparent bag which was actually a transparent ziplock
bag.
This is how my ziplock bag looked containing an umbrella,
bottled water, kitkat bars, 6 pens (recommended by most just in case 5 would dry up in your quivering fingers), several meds.
Trouble was indeed brewing even before the Labor exam
booklets were handed out at 2PM. My kitkat was almost gone. And my fingers
would cramp when I would open one. I had to punch the wrapper with my pen
before I could tear it apart. Later I felt something sick in my stomach. It was
not painful but it seemed that the inside of my belly was hollowed out. My
supply of Maalox was no more. And I sensed that anytime I would just drop asleep
on the arm of my chair but I did not have any headache. Back home I always had
this sensation when I was late to meal. The quick solution would be hot Milo
and crackers or even plain hot water.
Around 4PM I stood up and the male watcher thought I was
going to the urinal and made the motion to escort me. I asked him where I could
get some hot water. He advised a female watcher to get me to the clinic. The
clinic was in one of the classrooms on the ground floor. It was
one of the temporary clinics for the exams, one each for every building where
the exams were held.
The staff made me smell something, gave me hot water and
meds for my stomach, and took my blood pressure which was off the chart
according to the doctor. I had to linger until my sick sensation was over. Along the sides of the room I noticed pregnant women writing vigorously
on exam booklets. Apparently they had
earlier made arrangements for their excitable state.
When I felt a lot less queasy, the kind doctor, whose name I
regretfully failed to know, escorted me back to Room 323. I returned to my
booklet but it seemed I already lost my stride. My penmanship became terrible; my thought was all about food.
If there was anybody in the exam room that prayed for the bell
to ring the end of the exam, that would be me. In my law school life I’d always
wait for someone to pass the exam booklet ahead of me. Finally one
got up and queued. He was wearing a blazer of Ateneo. Haha.
I dropped by the clinic and the doctor said my BP had
stabilized and suggested I go straight for a hearty meal. There were still only
a few examinees on the way out the gate. It was yet about 5:30PM.
It was very festive outside the gates at España. The
sidewalk along the UST side was empty. The bar ops of the various law schools
were massed at the opposite sidewalk. Every time somebody exited the gate they
would shout in unison.
To go to the other side of the street one has to climb a
footbridge. In Cebu we would call it skywalk. As an examinee climbs down, the
mass would shout words of encouragement. When my turn came to pass through the
throng, it was as if the Red Sea parted as they were murmuring “Congratulations, Sir”. And when I stroked my
palm over my gray hair they erupted in applause. If they only knew!
2nd Sunday. Having nothing else better to do at home, and with the ASEAN
summit going on smoothly I decided to go back just for the fun of it and also
to make use of my remaining round-trip ticket.
Near my lodging I found that a nearby 7-Eleven store sold rice with tuna
omelet in pre-cooked packs which they would reheat for free. This one I could
eat and became my breakfast and lunch for the 2nd Sunday.
At exam time I thought I was doing well; but after doing the arithmetic, I know my 1st Sunday would pull me down. So I bade goodbye to my roommates and the dragon that I came to slay would live to puff another day when I became one of the 9 dropouts of the 2017 bar exams.
At exam time I thought I was doing well; but after doing the arithmetic, I know my 1st Sunday would pull me down. So I bade goodbye to my roommates and the dragon that I came to slay would live to puff another day when I became one of the 9 dropouts of the 2017 bar exams.
BTW, I'm on iron supplement again because my lab test in the
last week of December 2017 showed a dip in my red blood cells and hematocrit.
Acknowledgements - to those who helped me in my quest to
slay my bar dragon, my deepest thanks. Also my apologies for disappointing you.
Footnote 1 - Three law schools and a detourFOOTNOTES: Intended mostly for the reading entertainment and learning enjoyment of my children, nephews, and nieces, and their children. May they wisely carve their own paths.
Footnote 2 - My messy transcript of records
Footnote 3 - Work history, 5 so far
Footnote 4 - Religious oddysey