• Jun. 7th, 2009 at 12:32 PM
lu: (New York City girl)
Sometimes one needs to put things in writing in order for them to feel real. This is exactly one of those occasions. The truth is, life has been too bloody fantastic to be true.

The moot court competition? Not only we went as far as the semi-finals for the first time. Not only we won the best Memorial in Portuguese. Not only I was the best oralist in Portuguese. We wrote the best Memorial in the whole competition, and I was the best oralist among all the 176 people that participated.

After the first results came out, I was so happy I thought I wasn't going to make it back to Brazil. I thought, hell, something bad has to happen (yes, I'm that positive a person). But I did make it back to Brazil. And the next day the final results were published online. I coulnd't be more pleased or proud of our work. The same night we went out to celebrate; not only the team, but also our professors.

We were (and are) still celebrating one week later, when we had lunch with the Dean. He's more than happy with the results, and is even considering giving us grants. Given that he's one of the people I most admire at PUC, this sort of acknowledgment was the cheery at the top of a perfect semester. To work for seven months straight on something, to spend sleepless nights and days dedicating yourself to a certain subject, and then to have really positive results is a high I had never experienced before. Not on this scale. I may get addicted.

On another note, I started working at the Center for Justice and International Law once more. I'm staying for two months, and working exclusively on a case I love.

This is the first time in a long time I'm not in love with anyone. The first time in a long time I'm actually happy to be alone. The first time in a long time I'm not anxious to find a girlfriend. Pride is next week, and, instead of wondering if I'll meet the girl of my dreams there, all I can think of is celebrating.

Those are all alien feelings to me. But I'm enjoying it. Immensely.

ETA: Holy crap! I forgot to mention I finally went to New York City, and I'm completely in love. New York is everything I thought it would be, except better. I had really high expectations, but it's just so much more fascinating than I could fathom. With my moving to Washington DC in August, there will be plenty of opportunities to go to NY and plenty of posts about it.

*sticks head out of academic hole*

  • Jun. 19th, 2007 at 6:02 PM
lu: (Desperate housewife)
Holy fucking crap.

I have neglected Live Journal for so long my Paid Account expired and I had no idea.

I guess college got the better of me. I never thought academia could be as hectic as this semester was.

Ok, that's a lie.

But I really didn't expect it to get this way so soon, which is, basically, the reason this enourmous unnannounced hiatus has happened and will still happen until, at least, my final exam, on the 28th.

Wish me luck until then.

No further news worth mentioning. If I say anything regarding my utter anxiety towards Deathly Hallows I may not only freak out, but spend the whole night editing the Wiki, and we don't want that, do we Precious?

Post Scriptum: OMG. I haven't had six icons in forever. I wonder if LJ will give me my icons back if I renew the Paid Account?
Post Scriptum II: WHERE THE HELL IS MY BEAUTIFUL TEMPLATE? *bangs head on keyboard*
lu: (Do you find me sadistic?)
"It's time to stop studying solely to take exams, and start doing it to acquire knowledge. This is college, this is the time to do it, this is the time to learn who you really are."

And, just like that, my Constitutional Law professor, Adriano Pillatti, started his first class.

You have probably noticed I haven't been around during the past two weeks. Truth is, academia has been literally swallowing all my free time.

I may say at least half of it is spent reading and trying to understand the relation between power and liberty, what the Constitution is all about, what is good and bad about it, and, one of those ever-asked questions: what the heck the State is for, anyway?

All these questions lead back to Constitutional Law and my dear professor Pillatti.

I happen to have a serious problem with this man. The reason is pretty simple: he scares me, in a good and a bad way.

Basically, he's a sadist: I've seen it in his eyes when he first walked into the classroom and smirked in a way that clearly said he doesn't like students very much (and loathes those who don't really study or take an interest). Apparently his exams are extremely difficult, and he's very strict when correcting them. Plus, he sends us at least three rather big texts on every class he lectures, and always expects us to read them. Oh, and he's also the Head of the Department of Law. No big deal.

I'm pretty sure most of you know this piece of information about me, but I'll say it anyway: I am someone that really, really doesn't like to expect nothing less than, let's say, a nine, and always makes an exam aiming for a ten.

I really don't think I'll survive this man.

But, now comes the good part: he's fucking brilliant. His classes are fucking fantastic. Their immediate effect on me is the same sensation you get when someone takes your head and bangs it against a wall. It changes not only the way I view Brazilian society but every single bloody way the world works (and it's just been fours classes, do keep that in mind).

However, not only Pillatti is to be held responsible for this gigantic battle of principles in my head: my Criminal Law professor is a genius, and manages to show us a whole new perspective regarding the world of crime and all the processes related to it. He has a lifetime of experience on his side, an amazing rhetoric, and, God, he's passioned for he does.

My International Law teacher got into the classroom and, after introducing himself, said something like: "I am not a politically correct person. Those are the nazis. I sometimes call black people simply black, and fuck this whole "African-Brazilian" (portuguese: "afro-descendente") bullshit. I also like to say what I mean, and I abuse sarcasm. After all, we all know the United States president is a anti-war pacifist."

His classes are so brilliant. And, naturally, he loves to bash Bush as much as possible: the guy basically broke every rule of International Law. Needless to say I fell in love.

These other two professors are not only fantastic, though. They, like Pillatti, are strict, and I leave their classes with my head spinning, absolutely overwhelmed with the amount of information.

My other subjects are: Ancient History (practically vacations in the middle of it all, and an amazing subject -- we're seeing Greece this semester), Latin (I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS LANGUAGE), Christianity (seems like it'll be boring), Civil (also very, very interesting) and Introduction to Law II (crazy teacher, but really philosophical).

What is all comes down to is this:

a.1) Finally, I will have to study my ass off to get good grades (I believe I will feel much better about myself, if I do get them, than I did before, which will be good).

a.2) Good grades, of course, are not my only aim, and they never were (unless you're talking Biology here), but, more than ever, I will try to seize all opportunities to gain knowledge and experience during my time in University.

b) I may actually end up with almost no time at all for the internet, so please do forgive me, people.

c) I am may also be constantly stressed, but I'll do my best for you guys not to notice (or, at least, not take it out on you).

And, last but not least,

d) I am so totally in love with Law school.

Best. Decision. I. Ever. Made.

...I wonder if that will still be my opinion after I see my grades. But let's just... not think about it.
lu: (Fucking Professional)
So my classes are back and I'm scared.

Scared that I won't get grades as good as the ones I got last semester (in fact, I'm almost sure of that), scared of some of my professors, and also scared that I may actually be dead in the end of the semester (nothing compared to what [livejournal.com profile] christycorr is going through when it comes to lack of time, but, she's a big girl *grins*).

My modem had some problems this week, so I apologise, but I won't be able to flist. I'll do my best to do it from today on (or maybe Friday), but to actually read all that's been posted on the last week will be physically impossible: I really do plan to dedicate myself to University this semester, and I won't have half as much time as I did on the last one.

So, if there are any posts you've made during the last week that you think it's important that I read, please do post the link here and I'll be happy to do so.

Also, I'm doing a friend list clean up. No, I will not lock my Live Journal or anything, it's just that I feel I have way too many friends (if there is such a thing) and communities, and I just... I don't have time to read it all, and I hate to be selective, but it's what I have to do.

Please, comment here if you wish to stay, even though you don't necessarily have to comment to stick around: there are some journals I've always read and commented, and those I'm definitely keeping around.

God, I think I've sounded weird on this post. Forgive me. *laughs* I'm really running late, though, so I don't have the time to rewrite it.

That's it, people! I'll make a post about my first week (and upload the video post #3) sometime this weekend!

Choose a career.

  • Sep. 10th, 2006 at 11:56 PM
lu: (Choose life)
I've just spent the whole day editing some videos for [livejournal.com profile] christycorr's presentation and... Damn. I love doing this so much I hate it when I'm reminded of the fact.

So then I stop and ask myself: What the fuck am I doing in Law School?

And then I remember that I wouldn't study for real if I majored in cinema.

I'd give so much to know what will happen to me in five years.
lu: (Do not fuck with us)
Gente, esse será um post grande, que eu vou colocar num LJ cut. É sobre o que ocorreu na faculdade nas últimas duas semanas, então só leiam se realmente estiverem interessados. xD

Colouros unidos: um bando de fodidos! \o/ )

Post scriptum: to the English-speaking people, I'm sorry, guys, but I had to make this post in Portuguese. The University's here have a sort of "ritual" that is very common to us, and it would be impossible to explain to you what that is. The post is basically just about what happened to me, and some confusions that happened regarding this "ritual" and the Law Department at my Uni. If any of you really want to know about it, feel free to talk to me on MSN.

And the winner is...

  • Aug. 9th, 2006 at 12:29 AM
lu: (I'd like to thank the Academy)
Thank you for all the comments on the last post. I don't know if I'll be able to answer all of them, but I hope this post is enough (for now).

I am happy and feeling very well in college, even though the seniors are the champions of pranks. The first two days were amazing, I drank a lot of beer, talked to a bunch of people and am really happy about my decision of going to PUC.

I will give you people more details about my first week later, when I actually have time for a nice long post, and when I have a better view of things.

For now, I will make this post about someone else much more important than yours truly: my mum (yes, she is on IMDB).

For those who don't know, mum is a costume designer. She's done a lot of movies, and worked on TV. And, just yesterday, she received her very first award (prêmio Contigo), for House of Sand and I am just so, so, so proud.

So, there she is, in all her glory:

One song, Glory... )

So, yeah, that's it. I'll go dressed as Trinity to college tomorrow (the theme is a character). Wish me luck!

Devil's advocate

  • Jun. 13th, 2006 at 1:50 PM
lu: (Drama Queen)

I'm a Law School student.

54 days are going to take such a long time to pass.

...not that they will take longer than the next couple of hours before Brazil's game.

I swear I will die today.

All play and no work makes Lu a dull girl.

  • Apr. 16th, 2006 at 12:44 PM
lu: (All work and no play.)
I've been doing a lot of thinking for the last two weeks. It's funny to read old posts and think that, back then, all I wanted was to be an USP student. The only reason that I accepted PUC as a second choice was the fact that it's a good college, the best among the private Universities, and, of course, Roman Law.

Boredom is a very powerfull force of nature. Because of it, I've been sneaking into the fourth period classes going to PUC almost everyday of the week now. After a month of it, I am convinced that I just... belong there. For the second time in my life, I didn't choose the more famous, but a place that has more to do with me (even though, this time, the decision was unconcious). When [livejournal.com profile] christycorr said that I'd do well in PUC and that, for some werid reason, Law would be a good college for me, I only half-believed her. Now I know. I feel that I'll be happy there.

Damn. I can't wait for classes to start.

ETA: Happy Easter, everyone!

Exame Nacional de Ensino Médio

  • Nov. 22nd, 2005 at 3:55 PM
lu: (OMG!)
After so much waiting...


I needed at least 84%.

New let's wait for the official PUC results.

From dream to dream

  • Jun. 23rd, 2005 at 2:13 PM
lu: (Thursdays)
Like I've said before, it's been a long, stupid, hard, stressful, cold week. And I didn't have any reason to think today would be any different.

Woke up shaking because of the morning chilliness, and lost track of time while dressing; it was too cold, and it took me a long while to attempt to take off my pijamas.

Left home late, remembered I'd forgotten my cell phone and my iPod while on the elevator; came back, took them, and walked as fast as I could to the bus stop.

My bus had just left.

Cursing the lack of public transports when people need them most, I waited for ten more minutes for the next one. It came, I got in. Read a little of The Grass Crown (almost missed my bus stop); walked to school. Was five minutes late already. When I got there, a friend of mine was leaving. I asked him what had happened, and he said they didn't let him in. So, instead of arguing and being sent home, I decided to just go by myself. Met my headmaster on the way and told him I was leaving because of that stupid rule.

At least I knew that, even though I'd loose my English test, there wouldn't be a lot of important things at school today.

Waited for a bus. Ten more minutes. Every single one was full. Managed to squeeze my way into one of them.

I was really bloody mad. All I wanted was to listen to music and be left alone. The iPod was obviously out of battery. Yet another mind-boggling day for a mind-numbing stupid week.

Managed to bury myself inside The grass crown on the first opportunity to sit down on. When I got to the centre, was feeling much better. Of course I got lost, looking for the building. But, in the end, I found myself on my final destination: São Paulo University's Law School.

I remember, back in a much colder city, thinking that I would never find something remotely like Oxford in Brazil (or any other place in the world). I'm not saying that it can be compared to my beloved millenar British university; but that special Oxford feeling... is more than definitely there. And absolutely everywhere.

I don't think I'll be able to describe it, and if I attempt to do so, I shall shamefully fail. So, I'll just simply say that after getting information on the subjects, walking around, stupiditly gazing at the classrooms full of not that weird students, I left San Francisco's University more decided, happier, satisfied, and fulfilled.

I don't really give a fuck if I may have to endure several weeks like this one; if that is indeed my choice, I'll study like hell, and will be accepted.

It's a bloody promise.

- "I have to go home."
- "You
are home." - William Miller and Penny Lane, Almost Famous.

This just had to be a Thursday.

I'm sorry, Christy. I just fell in love with your boyfriend.

para Gê; post em português )

You like bowling, don't you, Montag?

If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. If the government is inefficient, topheavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it. Peace, Montag. Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel like they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.

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