Eww…I didn’t realize I hadn’t been on Xanga since July. I’m guilty of Xanga Neglect, and that is unacceptable…because I pay money for this site.

I went on a hiatus in July because I was academically disqualified from law school. In layman’s terms–EXPELLED. Surprising, isn’t it? I mean, I am so brilliant and talented that things like this shouldn’t really happen to someone as perfect as me…but I guess every now and then Fate wants me to taste the life of a regular person, and the flavor I got was “Defeat.” Mmm…

The school has a minimum GPA requirement of 77…mine was 73.8, which wasn’t much of a difference but it still got me the boot. So of course I wept and was ashamed and felt really depressed about it all…especially for my family, because they had always been very supportive of me, and I felt like I was just throwing all their love back in their faces. It was extremely unpleasant being me.

I appealed, of course, but was rejected. So I went into this moment of crazy and started acting a little obsessive about getting back into school: calling the Dean of Student Affairs every two hours and leaving messages on her machine, writing letters to the school’s President and the head Dean, checking the school’s webpage every hour to see if there was a loophole in any of their policies…etc. After awhile, when it felt like the effort was all in vain and that I end up with a year of nothingness, I decided to study to retake the LSAT and try my best when the time came.

But naturally, if I’m talking about this right now it means it’s all in the past. I ended up getting back into school, albeit as a IL again, and have been given a chance to really make something of myself—meaning, something better than a 73.8 CGPA law student.

Ah…I learned a lot during the month of misery I suffered trying to handle this situation…I guess the most important thing I realized was that my life shouldn’t revolve around the superficial things that I subconsciously valued as important. It’s no longer about being popular, or well-liked, or the pretty girl, or the model…it’s about being me. Sylvia. Sylvia. Sylvia. I’m 24 years old, and I’ve got as many issues as I have dreams…but I also have the best parents in the world cheering me on, and a great sister who is always there to help me figure out my messes. And after that, there isn’t much else I want or need in life. I think I’ve got it all.

Back with a vengeance.