Life's been super crazy, messy and busy eversince the BVC started.. I don't get to go out and enjoy myself or slack off doing nothing like a normal person is able to at the start of the course... there should be a bright red warning sign in flashing lights headed 'social suicide' on the application form... sigh.. realities of the working life of a barrister has sunk in and smack me real hard in the face... and its painful =(
week in week out, its a cruel cycle of criminal litigation, advocacy, civil litigation, opinion writing, conference, drafting, case analysis, evidence, practical legal research, professional conduct, etc...
well to make life harder we are required to complete 12 dining sessions in our respective inns during the BVC.. FYI, there's four inns in total: Gray's Inn, Middle Temple, Inner Temple and the most glamorous of all, Lincoln's Inn which I am proud to be a student member of, hehe XD all of them are in London, meaning we have to travel there just to have dinner.
Last week, I had my introductory weekend at Lincoln's... friday evening: it was so very exciting at first, seeing the inn's grounds and the great hall (shall post photos of hall some other time)... ooh-ing and aah-ing at the grandness of it all.. plus, dinner was better than expected.. the setting was very harry potter-esque, with place cards (it's so cool seeing your name printed on a card indicating your seat) and fine dining cutlery.. food was really good (no photos of it cause we're not allowed to so much as pick up our handphones during dinner and whipping out a cameras may not look polite to fellow barristers or law lords, oh the atrocity!!).. I was seated next to a very nice lady barrister, she taught me how to drink port, it was yummeh.. all was good...
saturday was a disaster.. we had to endure a series of talks from 9.30am - 5.45pm.. bladee bladee blaaa... so dinner was again delicious but I was seated next to this oxbridge guy who had verbal diarrhoea throughout the whole two hours of dinner.. gosh..
I rushed to sunday lunch after having to go pick up some belongings at a friend's place.. London's weather was b**** that morning, or rather the whole weekend actually.. lunch was awful too.. I only left London at 6 in the evening and got to Manc at 9.30pm and back at my place at 10.30pm... the whole weekend was not too bad but dead tiring... and its back to my hectic timetable the next day..
... sigh... i need a break... now!
