Bar Superstitions and Rituals
For this weekend and remembering those "who are about to die, that salute us...," I like to talk about the topic you see above.
I was very religious but at the same time very superstitious when I was studying law. I think that multiplied by a factor of 10 when I started studying and taking the bar.
Let me see... for the final exams every semester in law school I only wear "approved" shirts. When I say "approved," I mean "proven lucky." I only wear those shirts that I know have given me luck (which then usually translates into shirts I wore when I got a high grade on the test).
Then, I had this particular shirt that for that extra important final exam. It was a t-shirt my ex-girlfriend gave me.
This shirt I wore all four Sundays of my bar exams... I don't know if my friends even noticed this.
I have a friend that had to have the same Saturday night meal (of a Manager's Choice pizza and some Chick 'n Chips from Shakey's) for his entire bar exams.
Then, I didn't want to hear the word "failure" and all its English and Filipino permutations at all during my review, the exams and even while waiting for the results. If I heard any such word, I find a piece of wood to knock on...
Irrational isn't it? But hey, it doesn't hurt to have these rituals and superstitions. I say, do your bar rituals and follow your bar superstitions. Whatever makes you comfortable or whatever calms you down.
To those are about the die next month, we salute you!
I was very religious but at the same time very superstitious when I was studying law. I think that multiplied by a factor of 10 when I started studying and taking the bar.
Let me see... for the final exams every semester in law school I only wear "approved" shirts. When I say "approved," I mean "proven lucky." I only wear those shirts that I know have given me luck (which then usually translates into shirts I wore when I got a high grade on the test).
Then, I had this particular shirt that for that extra important final exam. It was a t-shirt my ex-girlfriend gave me.
This shirt I wore all four Sundays of my bar exams... I don't know if my friends even noticed this.
I have a friend that had to have the same Saturday night meal (of a Manager's Choice pizza and some Chick 'n Chips from Shakey's) for his entire bar exams.
Then, I didn't want to hear the word "failure" and all its English and Filipino permutations at all during my review, the exams and even while waiting for the results. If I heard any such word, I find a piece of wood to knock on...
Irrational isn't it? But hey, it doesn't hurt to have these rituals and superstitions. I say, do your bar rituals and follow your bar superstitions. Whatever makes you comfortable or whatever calms you down.
To those are about the die next month, we salute you!
transcription by Punzi @ 7:48 AM
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