#laptop crashed again and i'm not in a very good state physically

[ginjithewanderer]

A3! Web Manga Translation — Chapter 297: Because I Have Days Off

Itaru is planning out how to enjoy Golden Week, and...?

Featuring: Itaru, Kazunari, Taichi Original at http://manga.a3-liber.jp/comic/1968/

[philograce]

Just right

Paring: modern! Eren x reader

Warnings: angsty, resolution in the end, shouldn’t cry:,)

Summary: You and Eren were simply friends but new emotions cause him to build walls around his heart until you finally break them down.

Notes:: I don’t really like this one but I never post anything angsty so:3 anyway if any of you 23 babes wanna submit something go ahead!! I don’t think I really have to set smthn up but lemme know if I do.

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Proofread: NOOO well KINDA

It was frustrating. Stupidly annoying and dumb how much Eren could make you feel guilty without every saying it out loud. How your dumb attractive roommate could leave you flustered yet so utterly angry. The past six months it had been this way, simple glares and small actions he would do leaving you confused, yet Eren had his subtle ways to remind you of the strong bond between you two.

When you first met him around 5 years ago, both freshmen meeting each other through your mutual friend Sasha and the two of you instantly connecting, and both of you finding out that you were both looking for a place to live. So, naturally it made sense after a couple months of getting to know each other, that you would move in with one another.

Easily melding together, situating both of your schedules finding out that they were perfectly aligned, Eren was even a good cooker and you great cleaner. It was the perfect solution for the both of you. The other positive was growing closer to him and he growing closer to you.

That's why it confused you with this sudden silent treatment you were receiving from Eren. For the past couple months he seemed off, always too busy to be hanging out with you, never really talking to you unless other friends were around. If it wasn't for the strong emotions you felt with him you would've let it slide, but there were those unspoken new emotions and underlying feelings.

They seemed to start randomly and suddenly, little moments with him leaving your cheeks flustered and your heart beating, the tension seemingly thick between you two leaving the room feeling stuffed and overcrowded. You felt yourself caring for Eren more than a friend would, growing to like his presence with you at all times, and missing him when he left.

It was all simple signs of a growing crush, a innocent yet powerful crush that seemed to prevail. That's why it obviously hurt when Eren seemed to take a sudden dislike towards you. But you were scared and your insecurities got the best of you whenever you tried to confront him about it. You just left it, left the flame between you two to slowly fizzle out. Before all this you used to think Eren might like you back, everything he did showed signs he might, but now your brain kept telling you that was just how he was as a friend.

Now sitting in the kitchen, eyes strained from how long you were staring at the screen, trying to write an essay but your mind was constantly filled with him. Then the door jiggled and he walked in, keys hitting the ceramic bowl as he threw them in, his feet shuffling fully inside, arms moving to take his jacket off. You kept your eyes trained on your screen, not daring to look at him afraid of the glare he might be giving you.

"You're still up? You should head to bed." His voice deepening as it resonated throughout the small kitchen, flickering a single gaze up to his figure you noticed how disheveled he looked. His long dark hair lazily slicked back, eyes drooped and blown out, knuckles drawn with purple bruises and dried blood. It pissed you off, the state he was in and the sudden "caring" words he sent your way left your blood boiling.

Eyebrows furrowing together, you quickly shut your laptop moving out of the kitchen and away from him, at least that's what you tried to do before a hand grabbed your wrist yanking you back. "Don't walk away from me." His commanded, a sort of desperation laced behind the seemingly angry words.

You turned back, staring him right into his eyes noticing the confusion laced within, it seemed that every pint up rage and light night cries flowed out of you. "Do you hate me?" You didn't want it to go this way or ask him that question even, part of you wishes you just kept your mouth shut, but the look of complete anger covering his face only fueled your desire to know the answer.

In reality it seems like a simple question between two close friends, one that would usually be answered with an equally simple statement. But, this was different the sudden collapsing of a bond had been destroyed by the both you, leaving you both alone and bitter. It was also different because Eren was frightened and so angry and all kinds of confused. But most of all, he felt so alone even with you a couple feet away from him.

Eren knew this familiar feeling settling in his bones, the kind where he knew no one really cared that he was always going to be some wicked monster, always hurting the ones he loved the most. But he never wanted to include you in that pile, the pain stricken look on you face sent waves of emotions crashing down into his heart. He hated how you made him feel so much, so used to the numbness that would often consume him.

When he first met you, the first thing he noticed about you was how expressive your eyes were. How they seemed to tell your whole story, but he wasn't expecting you to be able to read him so well either. Used to putting on a pretend face and laid back attitude for the strangers around him, but growing closer to you that wall he built up was broken slowly and slowly down by your gentle loving words and touches. He loved it as much as he hated it, something new and exciting was building up in him but as soon as he noticed his feelings growing more and more attached to you, he brought them down and tried to bury them deep inside. He couldn't hurt the one he grew to love so dearly.

So when the tears filled your lash line, Eren felt his whole crashing down around him, he never wanted to cause you pain. He was just scared and felt alone before, you were this breath of fresh air for him letting him see above the high walls he surrounded himself with.

"I don't hate you." There is no need to hold his words back, but a part of him hesitated not because he was denying his hate for you but it was the complete opposite of that.  There was a part of him that was scared of what you did to him, he wanted to protect and the only way he knew how was by blocking you out of his life.

He catches the flicker of sparks behind you eyes, he tries to figure out exactly what they were trying to say. Did you believe him? Do you hate him? He pleaded with you in his head to forgive him, forgive him for causing you pain and ignoring you for so so so long.

"Then why are you acting like it?" You sneer, trying to get some sort of reaction out of him, you used to be able to so easily read his face and emotions but right now all his eyes seemed tried and dull. You were so confused, why had he been acting like he hated your very presence but now refused to now tell you the real truth. You were angry, and just wanted to break down right then the tears already threating to spill. Pleading inside your head for him to truly not hate you, but how could he not?

"I'm sorry." His voice was nothing lower than a whisper, barely falling faint to your ears but it still sent aches to your heart. For the first time in months you saw a shimmer behind his beautiful green eyes, the same look he would get when he felt extremely guilty and would continuously apologize to you. The small flicker of emotion was what sent you finally over the edge.

Salty warm tears fell down your face, you tried to stop them embarrassed that you were this emotional, but a single gentle thumb came to brush them off your cheek. His warm fingers caressing your face gracefully as he stared down at you, his warm touch leaving goosebumps to spread across your body. His eyes laced with concern but most importantly a lingering fear, a fear that he hurt you but an even greater fear you hated him.

"I'm sorry.....m'sorry..... m'sorry.... I'm-", his tall figure slumped forward forehead crashing against your shoulder as he rambled out a repeated apology. You stood there, arms slumped to your side as your brain raked around trying to understand the situation.

But, when Eren's hands leave your face and carefully made there way down wrapping themselves around your waist pulling you in, you suddenly feel the wet patch growing on the shoulder Eren's face was nuzzled into.

He felt your gentle fingers cautiously wrap around his neck, pulling him closer into you, the both of you realizing how much you missed each other's touch. You wanted to comfort Eren, but with your own tears continuing to swell up, words wouldn't dare to come out of your throat.

Now that Eren had you in his arms again, he felt foolish and so embarrassed with how he acted the past six months, more tears falling out of his eyes while he desperately tried to keep you close to him like you might run off. You had broken through the barriers he set up thinking it was for his own protection, it scared him that you would see his true self, the true self that he hated and was afraid you might hate. You were just happy to finally have Eren back into your arms, the love you felt for him never fading only building as you two sobbed into each others arms.

So, standing in the dimly lit kitchen with arms wrapped around each other, both desperate to feel the other skin again, it seemed that Eren could finally stop pushing you away and let you in. It would take a long time. It would take a lot of work and tears, but the payoff would be so worth seeing the genuine happy smile you'd seen so few times on him before.

A long hard conversation awaited the two of you, but for right then all that mattered was that both of your silly fears were crushed, the hate you two thought the other felt was gone and replaced with the warm flow of physical touch. Even if it was never spoken, you both knew that you loved each other and that's all that mattered.

[cerf-et-loutre]

Young entrepreneur needs help to be able to freelance

(This is a copy of my fundraising stament)

In 2018, I suffered a car crash that left me with a broken knee and shoulder. Health insurance only covered one month of medications and no therapy. I had to spend the money I had saved during many years working as a licensed nurse. Due to my new condition, my contract was allowed to expire. I was also studying to realize my life long dream of becoming a filmmaker, which had to also stop. In my effort to get my insurance back, I hired a lawyer that only took the little money I had left (about $1500) but never heard from him again.

I was struggling to eat and to pay rent as, at the time and since 2012, I was living alone. All of that led me to a mental breakdown that almost took my life. It took until February 2020 for me to finally be able to walk properly again and to overcome part of my deep depression and forget most of the extreme thoughts I had in my head, especially since I felt so alone since my brother died in an accident. Needless to say, it has been a couple very difficult years for me but I have high hopes for a much better future.

The situation with COVID-19 didn't help in terms of employment. A nurse with trouble walking is of no use, and still recovering for my depression but currently in good spirits. I'm getting better and I want to work. Sadly, I had to sell most of my video equipment: camera, tripodes, lenses, etc., in order to afford my therapy and costly medicine. Just living out of occasional freelance work and with the help from my parents as food and roof over my head goes.

The recovery process from this difficult time in my life was long and painful, not just in terms of physical pain due to my injuries, but also regarding my mental health, a state of despair that left me questioning why did I spend so much time, youth and money on education for the system to discard me so easily. It makes you re-evaluate life and if it's even worth living it. I won't deny it took me months to regain hope in this world and in myself, that I was able to do so much and if the healthcare system didn't want me because of an accident, I should pursue my vocation with much force, an area where I could be appreciated for my talent: both mental and physical abilities that have so much to give, especially since I'm still so young. So, I slowly began taking on small freelance work: a photo session for a baptism, a wedding coverage, restauring old pictures, edit short ad videos for social media pages; things that I could do without being moving too much, as I was still unable to walk properly.To be able to take pictures or videos I rented them, which lower the profits quite significantly but I also took it as a means to distract myself with activities I truly enjoyed. For editing, my trusty laptop was a true warrior for many years and helped me a lot. This way I was able to occupy my mind and lift my spirit that, along with constant therapy, worked wonders for my health. You can also watch some of my work here https://vimeo.com/465557068, on my twitter account mageonfire1 and on IG merlant_academy.

However, since late last year, the state of my laptop has been steadily degrading, and it will stop working soon. The freelance work I am successfully doing now is community management, copywriting, screenplay supervising, photography and video editing for small businesses in my area. But I won’t be able to do this, let alone aspire to better things: better quality media content, ad video recording, gigs at weddings or birthdays and other gatherings, once the COVID situation allows it; if I don’t have the necessary tools.

The goal of my funding campaign is to be able to get the basic equipment I need to continue the business I have and to expand into the growing online media world market, not just locally, as I manage English pretty well and to be competitive in a market severely hit due to the world economic and health situation and the huge unemployment rates around the world, including my country.

I hope you found my story worthy of a donation. I will be forever grateful. Additionally, this campaign will have tier rewards as a thank you for your donation. I’ll handle requests for videos of any type (with pre-recorded video). I am also very excited to announce that the well known artist Rose De la Cruz @rosedelosvientos has been kind enough to offer commissioned aquarela paintings as rewards for a certain tier. You can see more of her work on her Instagrams page: https://instagram.com/rosedelacruzart?igshid=q9y707sn38kb

I cannot thank you enough for taking the time to read this and consider supporting me. If you personally can't donate, please spread this crowdfunding among your friends and family.

My sincere greetings and hope that you and your loved ones stay safe and secure.

Sincerely,

MageMDL.

A dreamer, a writer, a creator and a human being.

(I’ll leave some pictures that are relevant to my current situation)

Thanks, @ladyonfire28 for the suggestion of making this post. Much appreciated 🙏🏼 ❤️

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[cubeswhump]

Will Not be a Victim for my character, Blondie.

The neglected Blondie. I need to get back to my Powers Verse too. And the immortal bitches. I have a Sweetie and Michelle story drafted though.

Warnings for mentions of violence, referenced torture, bit of ableism. Pretty tame compared to what I usually write.

The phone rang from her nightstand, and again, and again. Then it started pinging with texts: Terry-Ellen has spoken to me but my own daughter won’t answer her phone.

I’ll be arriving at your house at 6PM.

Blondiw growled and dialled the number. The phone rang only twice before the deep voice came on the other line: “Oh, so you’ve decided to stop ignoring me?”

“Fucking hell, Dad. I’m twenty-three,” Blondie reminded him. “Chill.’

"Language, Melinda,” he scolded lightly. “I don’t care of you’re eighty-three. You’re still my daughter and we just got you back. I need to be sure that you’re okay.”

"I'm fine, Dad."

"Are you really?"

Blondie pinched the bridge of her nose. Don't call him a nosy twat, don't call your dad a nosy twat. She breathed out. "You hired a fucking bodyguard for me. "That's humiliating enough, and now you're prying into my life like I'm a child."

"Language. Good lord, you take after your mother," he sighed. "Who are you embarrassed in front of? You haven't left your house in more than two weeks." His voice was so even and annoyingly calm. Blondie swallowed back the snarl crawling up her throat. "Is it really prying to be concerned about my daughter? I just want to know that you're okay. I haven't seen you since-"

"Okay, okay, I'll stop by tomorrow. No need to stop by." She knew her father would have some words if she saw the state her house was in. Tej wasn't hired to clean after the slob, and no one had patched up the hole Blondie punched in the living room.

"Are you sure? If I come over you can stay home and rest," he offered.

"You just got on my ass for staying in my house!"

"You know that is not what happened, Melinda."

"I'll be there at eleven in the morning, okay?"

"I'll expect you by twelve."

Blondie huffed and hung up as he chuckled.

***

Tej was prodding her. "Get up. We've gotta go soon."

Blondie lifted her head abd ahot rhe other wonan a glare. "There's no we. You're staying home."

"You know that's not how it works," she said, unfazed. "I'll make you coffee."

"Don't." Blondie pyr one foot on the floor and grabbed one crutch. The other must have fallen over at some point in the night, and Blondie whacked Tej with the crutch in her hand when the thin woman tried to help her retrieve the fallen one. "Scram, bitch."

"Very nice, " Tej said sarcastically, handing her the crutch anyway. She caught the crutch Blondie swung at her. "Have you ever considered treating the help like people?"

"Go on, call me a bitch. There's nothing in your contract that says you can't insult me, yeah?"

"I'll leave you to get dreased," Tej said dryly. "Your hair looks nice. Did you wash it?"

She shut the door behind her just in time for the television remote to crash into the wood.

Blondie had only worn bath robes and undergarments for the last few weeks and she hadn't gotten to modifying any pants to her new body. Skirts? No, fighting in a skirt wasn't a great idea - if she needed to fight. Fights were always possible.

Shorts. A pair of shorts, one sock, one combat boot. The left bood sat all alone and sad. She kicked it over. Hair in a bun.

"Your coffee, Blondie." Tej shoved the steaming mug right in her face while Blondie was trying to sneak out the front door.

"I told you not to make me coffee," Blondie grumbled.

"Coconut creamer and one Sweet-N-Low," Tej tempted her, voice sing-song.

"I'm getting coffee on the way to my dad's, shithead." And she was out tje door, slamming it behind her - or trying to. Tej caught it just before it closed and slipped out after her.

"Want me to drive? You can relax," Tej offered, reaching for the keyring in Blondie's hand. Blondie jerked it away.

"I'll relax when you're dead. It's my fucking car."

"Cool, cool."

Tej was in the passenger's seat before Blondie had even opened her door so she couldn't even lock her out. Tej smiled at her knowingly. Blondie gripped the steering wheel sp hard her fingers turned white.

Tej tried to make conversation throughout the drive and Blondie turned the volume up a few notches every time she opened her mouth. After a million years, she pulled up in front of the coffee shop.

"I'll get you an iced mocha cappuccino," Blondie said as she got out of the car. Tej was stepping out too.

"Nah, I wanna look at the menu," she replied. Blondie squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth, reciting the "calming phrases" from her counseling sessions as a teenager.

When was this place ever this busy? Blondie sighed as she joined the line, Tej at her side. "You know, you're paying for your own shit."

"That's fair," Tej shrugged. "Your daddy pays me weekly."

Blondie sneered at her.

The line inched forward. A woman and her child joined. Seriously, did the entire fucking town want coffee right now?

"Wow..." the woman said, her voice hushed. "What happened?"

Blondie didn't realize the woman was talking to her until she felt a tap on her shoulder.she turned around, finding the woman's wide eyes on her still-bandaged stump. The little girl stared too, reaching for Blondie's crutch. Blondie jerked it away from her sticky hand and scowled, but neither noticed.

"What happened?" the woman asled again. "Why don't you get a prosthetic leg?"

"I pesteres someone with intrusive questions and she pulled out a machete," Blondie snapped. The woman recoiled.

"Ma'am, you're being very insensitive, and you should teach your child not to touch anyone's mobility aids." Tej launched right into a lecture. "Please treat my friend as you would treat-"

Blondie's temper boiled over. She raised one crutch and bashed it into the woman's knee. Tej's hand clamped over her own mouth as the woman fell over with a screech, dragging her daughter down with her.

"Oops. My bad." Blondie turned her back on the pair.

"Did you see that?" the woman cried as she got back to her feet. The cashier looked over from the customer he was dealing with, frowning.

"I'll be out fast," Blondie promised the cashier. "No trouble."

They walked out with their coffees and gluten-filled breakfast, Blondie's coffee spouting steam that smelled of coconut... Something she could have gotten at home. Tej predictably got a mocha cappuccino.

"I mean," Tej finally said during their resumed drive, mouth full of bagel, "not that I blame you much, but public battery isn't a food luck."

Blondie turned the radio up higher.

The guard let them into the gated, cookie cutter community. Towering houses were identical, painted a cream not a shade lighter or darker than the house nextdoor. Perfect gardens, no blade of grass even a centimeter overgrown. One house had flowers a different shade of pink than the rest. Blondie might have struggled to differentiate the houses if Chase weren't waving frantically at the end of one driveway.

"Melinda, love, how are you?" The large man was coming at her with open arms as she stepped out of the car. She was too slow thinking of an excuse to get out of hugging her stepdad, and he squeezed her tight.

"Peachy," she told him.

He hugged Tej too before letting both women into the house. He was talking a mile a minute and Blondie let Tej handle the conversation.

"I see you brought beverages. No tea then?" he asked. Blondie shook her head. "Oliver's in his study."

"Tell him hi for me," Tej chirped, and Blondie decided she would not do that. She hurried away when the other two started discussing how much they lift at the gym.

115 pounds? Unimpressive, Tej.

She didn't bother knocking on the mahogany door, throwing it right open. "Yo."

Oliver swiveled around in his chair like a James Bond villain. He even looked the part with his coiffed grey hair and serious expression. "Good morning, Melinda. You were almost on time. Have a seat."

"Nice to see you too," Blondie said sarcastically, falling back ontp the plump sofa.

"Oh, no, you're covered in crumbs! Why didn't you brush yourself off outside?"

"Just vacuum later. I had a muffin."

Oliver sighed, turning back to his laptop. "Depending on your recovery time, we'll get you fitted for prosthesis." He flicked through images. Some were very realistic and even matching her skin color, others clunky and robotic, some abstract and hardly resembling a limb. "We should find a design that fits your activity level, preferably a more realistic one. No one has to know. At that point we'll get you to that physical therapist I've been talking to, and-"

"Whoa, hold on a minure. Don't I get a say?" Blondie snapped. "And who said I want a realiatic one? Maybe I don't want to pretend I'm fucking normal."

"Whatever you want, darling. But I'm not going to let you hold yourself back."

"You tell me to take it easy abd slow down and then you get on my ass for being behind the curve. The fuck is that?"

Oliver sighed. He turned back tp his daughter, choosing his next words carefully. "I know how much you enjoy your hobbies. I think it'll be better for your mental health if you get back into dance and martial arts soon."

Back into dance. She was already the largest girl in the studio, dwarfing the tiny instructor even when she was twelve. Skilled as she was, she never had a ballerina's body and her instructor's main complaints were her thundering footsteps and "unladylike gait". Well, at least pointe shoes wouldn't hurt a prosthetic leg.

"It's my body and my life," Blondie reminded him.

"And it's my money that pqid your medical bills," he shot back. She rolled her eyes. "Melinda, you know I just want what's best for you. I want to help you. I need to help you."

"Help yourself first," Blondie snarled. "How's your boytoy?"

"I've been married to Chase since you were eight. Stop calling him my boytoy," Oliver sighed. Any other time, Blondie might have laughed at how annoyed her dad got when she mocked his husband. "And fifteen years isn't such a significant age difference when you're out of your twenties."

"He's a gold-digger."

"He's well worth what he costs, and he loves you like his own daughter. Come on, stop changing the subject. You mean so much to me. You were the victim of such a-"

"I'm not a victim," she hissed, leaning forward in her seat. Her eyes narrowed. "If anyone's a victim, it's that bitch Camilla. You know, queen of the cabbage patch."

Oliver's eyebrows knit together. "Cabbage patch?"

"Because she's a vegetable," Blondie said, and her father sighed heavily.

"I'm not denying that she's a bad person, but you don't need to be discriminatory. Other, much nicer people live with brain damage."

"Dad, shut the fuck up and listen to me," Blondie demanded. "I fought my way out. I'm not a victim!"

"Yes, yes, you're a survivor," he said in a voice like he was placating a toddler.

"No, I'm Melinda fucking Van Doren."

He lifted his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Before anything, you're my daughter and I want what's best for you."

"I actually know what's best for me because I am me."

"I'm your father. I know you pretty damn well."

"Yeah, okay. I'll keep in tough." Blondie started to stand, but Oliver held a hand up.

"Stay for lunch. Samantha made two extra plates."

It still weirded her out that her father had a cook. Her mother missed having servants after the divorce, but Blondie tried her best to keep her home free of employees. And she got stuck with Tej, the most intrusive Van Doren employee.

Chase brought two plates of chicken parmesan to the damn study.

"Workaholic," he said and rolled his eyes, kissing Oliver on the cheek. Blondie rolled her eyes. "Well, I've been having a lovely chat with Miss Tej while you two have been bonding."

Bonding. Sure.

Blondie stabbed into her chicken. She imagined it was the Queen - no, Camilla - that she was stabbing over and over, making sure she never recovered. Because she wasn't the Queen's victim.

She was Melinda "Blondie" Van Doren. She was a fucking hero and people would know that soon.

[nanahoshis]

Hi! I think it's so cool that you like Ace Attorney and that you're going to law school! I'm not gonna lie, Ace Attorney is part of the reason I want to be a lawyer! Do you mind telling your experience as a law student? I'm going to be a political science major for my undergrad and I plan to take the LSAT after getting my bachelors and getting into law school. I know being a lawyer is hardly close to Ace Attorney in real life, but how is studying for it? What school did you go/are you going to?

I’m only a first year law student, so I really can’t give all the great advice. Hoping this can give a little bit of reference and some pointers to know before taking up law.

Before taking up law school, make sure you really enjoy your college life first… and especially the summer break before law school. Reading lots of books will definitely help you, if you love reading books for the whole day, then I know you can survive.

“Ace Attorney is part of the reason I want to be a lawyer! ”

I love your wording, that it is ‘part of the reason’ and not the whole reason. But I’m also not gonna lie, I took up law because I really enjoyed the games as and that I want to know my rights as a citizen, and save all the animals from abuse (bring those cruel people to jail grrrr).

LSAT - This test is needed before taking up law school, this will help you in your admissions for law school. Make sure you get a high grade, so you can get in Harvard Law (I also bet that the students there are 100000x better than me).

(this varies from country to country though)

In my country, if you want to get admitted to prestigious law schools, I highly suggest that you take this test. The prestigious school will always ask for this upon presentation of your application. Note that there are schools that don’t require you take this test and you can still get admitted with or without it. This test won’t help you in anyway with what law school will bring you but if you really need to get in that good school, you have to take it. I didn’t take the test because I had enough units with my English subjects in college to get admitted (LIKE A BOSS).

1) Do you mind telling your experience as a law student? 

It’s REALLY REALLY REALLYYYYY different from college, I used to complain that college was so hard, but in reality, I was a lazy student who tries to finish all the Pokemon games hehehe… Law school is harder than college.

In my country, the professor are harsh and strict. There are professor who are nice but aren’t nice with giving the grades, the sight of you beside them makes you so inferior to their knowledge orz…

Law school uses a Socratic Method, meaning that the professors learn from the students by asking them questions continuously on what the students have read. They ask about cases and definition of terms, they would also give you a case and you have to explain where the law would apply on that case, they don’t just ask you one question, they will keep on asking you questions. The written exams are similar to the bar exams, they would give you a case and you have to apply the law for you to solve the question asked, some professors would ask you to define the terms and provisions of the law in verbatim. You will memorize a lot of laws, cases, terms and many more. But at the end of day, you still want to feel that you don’t want to be forever inferior to their knowledge so you study and study again. You never know, maybe one day, you get to be able to shake their hands but not as a student but as a lawyer. Take note, I don’t know what law school is like in other countries. I hope they also teach the same method?

2) I know being a lawyer is hardly close to Ace Attorney in real life, but how is studying for it?

You might be staying in a coffee shop, at your room or even at the library for a lengthy period of time just to finish a chapter (or two) of the book and they also give you cases to read, so you will need a smart gadget (e.g. phone, tablet, laptop, computer) because most cases are all saved online. Memorizing is the easiest part in law school (it is hard to memorize a lot though, but for me that’s better than anything else), the hardest part is applying and interpreting the law, some questions are tricky and it takes a lot of logic to get the correct answer, but practice makes you better.

I had an experience that the professor was taking about the properties of each spouse, that the law states that:

 ‘The following shall be excluded from the community property: Property for personal and exclusive use of either spouse. However, jewelry shall form part of the community property (community property is when both spouses own the property, co-ownership)’.

The professor asked if the comb was covered in jewelry, will it still be owned by one spouse or for both spouses? It is a tricky question… In this case, the general rule will still apply, since the comb is covered in jewelry, the law states that it will form part of the community property. Unless, the spouse can prove she uses it for personal use such as a daily necessity. (but who uses a comb covered in jewelry anyway?!), The terms like ‘general rule’ and ‘exceptions’ will also be very common, so you need to watch out for that. Other than that, I also had a hard time with the ‘lawyer language’. The best ‘lawyer language’ that I always remember is ‘The man wants to have carnal knowledge with the woman’ (The man wants to have sex with the woman, in short, this is very common in Criminal Law cases).

AND of course, you need to rest from all the pressure. I always take around 2-3 hours of rest before studying again. This is why I go online in tumblr and get distracted hehehehehehehhehehe

3) What school did you go/are you going to?           

It’s not one of the top schools but It will do hehehehehehe

I have this philosophy ‘that the school won’t make you a better person, it’s you yourself.’

It think I will just leave this question open-ended and in anyway, whatever law school you will go to, they just teach the same thing since you are going to take the bar exam altogether with other students from different schools.

Lastly, I hope this won’t make you lose your interest in law school. I want to encourage you to take it in the near future. It’s worth an experience and it will definitely test you physically, mentally and emotionally, but at the end of the day… you won’t regret that ‘ATTORNEY’ word on your name :)

I wish luck on your future endeavors.

OBJECTIOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

^ I just wanted to type this sorry orz  *crashes into the sun*