Dean Ralph Sarmiento

Law school is funny.
It breaks your heart using Latin phrases, then expects you to recite the exact case where the pain began.

There are days when the codal feels heavier than your problems.

Then you remember the codal is also one of your problems. Hay naku po!

A law student’s prayer:
Lord, give me wisdom.
Give me courage.
And if possible, give my professor a sudden urge to lecture instead of recits.

Bad recits are temporary.
The embarrassment fades.
But the lessons stay.
So does the confidence you build.