By Atty. Anna Reyes*
In the Philippines when you say you’re a lawyer people sometimes act differently.
Sometimes its respect or deference; sometimes a bit of awe. There are of course those who always
feel suspicious or even hate lawyers. Remember Shakespeare’s: “First thing we do, let’s kill all the
lawyers!” (2nd Part of Henry VI, Act IV, Scene 2)?
What’s all this about being a lawyer anyway? Well, it is your entrance ticket into a
world of men bound by rules, codes, laws and statutes. In real life, lawyering means entering into a
vast network that includes business, entertainment, technology, environment and practically
everything else. A lawyer must become that proverbial “Jack of all trades.” But unlike “Jack,” the
lawyer must be master of one thing: He must know “the rules” or “the laws” that bind us together as
a community, as an organization, as a society.
This is indeed a tough job requiring years of preparation. First, as a law student,
you have to read and comprehend multitudes of laws and cases; analyze them. After law school you
must learn to apply them to the real world – the world outside the law school’s library or the study
But first you must pass the bar exams. The bar is the one test that you must pass
to join that elite club of people who append “Attorney” to their names. It’s a test the Republic
requires to ensure that an officer of the court we call a “lawyer” or an “attorney” has indeed studied
the law for years, and is capable of representing the interests of other people usually referred to as
Like a doctor, the lawyer holds lives and livelihoods in his hands. You can’t let just
anyone do this kind of work without first testing him whether or not he really knows what he is doing.
Thus we have the bar, a series of gruelling tests taken on four successive Sundays in September.
A typical bar Sunday consists of a 7-hour exam with a 2-hour break for lunch.
Questions are mostly essay-type, but they may also include some multiple-choice questions.
One can’t take the bar exams without first going to law school. And before that an
undergrad course is required that serves as your Pre-Law (just as there is a Pre-Med course). Your
college degree must have certain prescribed units in social sciences, languages, and philosophy,
among others. After that comes the official entrance into an accredited law school for at least four
years, and then the law diploma. Then you prepare for the bar. Other eligibility requirements
include having good moral character, and a clearance that you have not been charged or convicted
of any crime.
Armed with the required degrees and other eligibility requirements, you must
embark on unimaginable hours of reading and preparing for the test itself. If you are not dedicated
to the law, or at the very least, interested, passing the bar might be one big and difficult hurdle. And
that’s what happened to me.
I studied law with apathy and nonchalance. In college, I acted as if it was not the
beginning of my real “life” as an adult; as if it wouldn’t spell out my future. Of course, I know better
now, but back then, I was just into partying, partying, and partying.
I took up Political Science in college. Why Political Science? It was just a pre-law
course for me; and the only reason I took up law was because both my parents are lawyers. I had a
little interest then, but the path towards the fulfilment of my dreams in connection with being a lawyer
was not that clear.
In hindsight, I see now that to go into law, you need a well-defined, clear-cut,
desire to do so. You have to want it passionately. Eight years ago there weren’t any interactive
websites where you could research and choose your course from any educational institution. As I
found out, there isn’t enough time and there aren’t enough resources in the world to help you find
that perfect course. After college, I took up law in one of the finest law schools there is, the one
where my parents also obtained their law degrees.
My basic attitude didn’t really change that much in law school. I hanged out a lot
with friends (the so-called “gimmicks”). But of course, I had to work hard, working myself to death
during exam time. I also had to put it together, just enough to make it through the “roasts” (or those
Six months after graduation from law school, I took the bar. Being a born
crammer, I knew I had to be serious and work like crazy all those six short months. I asked around
and the usual schedule was to read at least a hundred pages a day, which meant at least ten hours
of reading and listening to review lectures daily. I did all these! But when the bar results came out,
my name wasn’t on the list!! It was devastating!!!
People who cram and get by start to think that they’re smarter than others. I was
one of them. When I flunked the bar, I realized I wasn’t that smart after all. Working yourself to
death for six months wasn’t enough. I realized I had wasted eight years of my life.
Flunking the bar made me see there was no clear path in my life. My future
suddenly became hazy and uncertain, and I seemed to be starting anew on an uncharted path. I was
faced with many questions: Should I continue studying and take the bar again? Should I just begin
a new career path, a whole new life where I would be in charge?
I began to understand the meaning of failure, hardship, and of destiny -- the role
that we play in our own lives, and the role of God in it. God gives us all the freedom we want, but
there’s also responsibility that goes with it. If I did take the road to a new career path -- older,
wiser and tougher me knew I would be faced with many new challenges and possibilities of failure
as well. It was a scary thought, but it was also exciting.
However, I couldn’t resist a second try at the bar exams. First of all, I had all of
this knowledge and facts swimming around my head with the recent bar exams. Second, I knew that
being allowed to take the bar again would be some sort of blessing. I already had the advantage
over the others since I would have studied twice, thrice, or even four or five times more than the
others who are taking it for the first time. Third and most important of all, I was “allergic” to failure,
and I knew I had to redeem myself by passing the second time around. So I took the bar again!
I studied like mad! The rest of the world faded away, and there was just me and
my books. Officially, I wasn’t a crammer anymore since I had studied most of this stuff the first time
around. I tried to understand every book I read, and prayed hard that I would remember what I
read and retain the knowledge. Somewhere along the way, I began to find myself.
One day, while studying till the wee hours of the morning, I suddenly began to cry.
It was self-pity, and the realization that I had never worked so hard in my life. Studying for the bar
is the toughest thing a person can do because it takes over your whole life and requires all your
concentration, energy and patience. It makes you forego any other desire for months; deny yourself
all past-times, hobbies and recreation; abandon all meaningful relationships. It requires all that you
can give, and more.
When I say I found myself, I mean, it was as if I went around the world, across the
universe, and found myself back home, with myself, with my soul. It was the inner me that could not
be defined by my likes or dislikes, or those cliche definitions of the meaning of love that one reads
in a Hallmark greeting card on Valentine’s Day.
That almost super-human effort of preparing for the bar exams the second time
around made me find my real self. Despite the fact that I had almost no interaction with other people
for months, this me that I found was the me-alone, and also the me-in-relation to others.
A philosopher might call it “the existential me.” When I found myself, there was no turning back, no
return-slips for defective goods, “no return-no exchange.” I found the “forever-me.”
So I took the bar again. D-Day finally came! Since I didn’t pass the first time, my
confidence was shaky and my composure precarious. I held it together and answered fast and
concise; wrote legibly; and prayed as I never prayed before in my entire life.
After the exams, it was difficult to determine whether I would pass or not. The bar
is like that -- so uncertain, so many possible answers, and only one correct answer. I waited six long
months. Finally the results were released!!! My classmates and friends found out before I did. It
moved me to see how they seemed more ecstatic and more excited than I was!
If passing the first time was like one long congratulatory party, passing the second
time was a big sigh of relief. It is reclaiming your confidence; trusting yourself again; and finally,
believing that all this was meant to happen. It meant getting on the right path again, and finding
your friends and loved ones still there. It’s finding your life again waiting for you.
Everyone later on says it was meant to happen. But do I really believe that? It
does mean that I had a lot more to learn before getting to where I am now. All the reasons and
confluence of events, all the whys and wherefores of Robert Frost’s road less taken would eventually
reveal itself in time.
For me, I guess I had to grow up and be one with my soul; that almost mythical
rite of passage we thought we only read in great literature, but which is part of everyone’s life. What
happened to that teen-age girl who only thought about what to wear and which party to go to? She
realized that life is all about choices. Now it’s which book to read; how to schedule her activities for
the day. Still the same giggly immature girl, but now in her twenties, and somehow different in many
At last I discovered that being a lawyer was my true path although at the start I
was just going with the flow, like floating downstream in a river. When I finally began to find myself,
I related to and understood the world more. In a way I was more caring but also more responsible
and emphatic in my views.
I also saw the need to help people, and I realized how being a lawyer is one of the
better paths to do that. I could volunteer in non-governmental organizations to help the poor;
preserve the environment; defend the rights of orphans and abused women.
Government work was also another option open to me as a lawyer. I could
promote policies that could help people and preserve those places on earth where the environment
had been abused. And even in private practice, I could handle cases and contribute directly to
improve the lives of my clients.
I do realize now that being a lawyer creates a peculiar and unique sense of power
and responsibility that I wouldn’t have had in any other career. It’s really the beginning of a new life!
Now that I’m a lawyer, I want to express a very special thanks to my parents! I also want to thank
everyone who helped me along the way. I could never imagine I would be so excited to embark on
this new voyage – to begin my life again and change the world.
*The author works in the office of a CA Justice