During my high school years, my goal was to enter law school and become a lawyer.
That was my only ambition. The eventual goal was to enter politics, something I had always been interested in (as you might have guessed from these posts).
At the time, Victoria University of Wellington was reputed to have the best law department in the country.
So I applied to the program and was accepted.
Law studies in New Zealand at that time was based on a five-year undergraduate course. (I’ve heard that since then, it’s changed more to the American model).
That first week of school, I went to two social events.
The first one was a gathering organized by the Malaysian Singapore Students’ Association and the second was an orientation for new law students.
At the first event, I was asked to play something on my guitar; I have no recollection what I played although it could’ve been Asturias.
The next evening, at the law school orientation, I met a graduate student from Singapore who had been at the MSSA gathering the night before and he said, ‘What’re you doing here?’
I told him I was a law student and he said, ‘You should be a music student.’
As it turned out, Victoria University had a guitar program headed by the great American guitarist Karl Herreshoff.
Long story short, within a week, I changed my major to music.
Actually technically, I remained a law major.
The way it worked, in first year law, you were required to take one law subject called Legal System and the rest of your classes could be anything you wanted to do.
To go on to second year law, you had to pass the required subject.
So I kept Legal System and took all the required first year music classes as my law electives.
The plan was that if I decided to stay in law, I could still go on to second year law (provided I passed Legal System) and if I decided to become a music major, I could also go on to second year music.
Unlike the music courses which were mostly small classes, Legal System lectures were held in a big lecture hall.
I remember the first day, the lecturer (whose name I seem to recall as Mr. McKay*, but all my googling came up empty) told us to look at the person seated next to us and said, ‘One of you is going to fail this class.’
New Zealand was a small country and there was a quota of law students that could graduate every year so the passing rate was arbitrarily capped at 50%.
Besides the lectures, we also had tutorial sessions in small groups, headed by senior law students.
We spent most of the year studying statutory interpretation and at the end of the year, we had to write our own statutes.
We also had a number of written exams throughout the year and a finals.
Despite not having the best attendance (it was a tumultuous year) I passed with a B and could’ve gone on to second year law, but I decided to go for music instead so that was the only law class I took.
There were a few things I learned from the class which have proven invaluable.
First, the concepts of the golden rule and the plain meaning rule as applied to interpreting statutes.
Over the years since, I’ve had to sign a number of contracts and the lessons from the class have been helpful in reading the contracts and understanding how they could be interpreted in a court of law.
My interest in law and politics has also never diminished.
Especially lately with all the ongoing court dramas and the seemingly endless ludicrous arguments and appeals that are in the evening news daily.
It is mind boggling to say the least.
This is the greatest country in the world, probably in all of history. It put men on the moon. Its institutions are filled with Nobel laureates. The level of intellect in this country is second to none.
And yet hearing the justices in the highest court of the land the other day, and their seeming inability to grasp the essence of what they’re dealing with, and their inane political considerations.
It made me wonder, how did such a great country end up with this kangaroo court as the highest court of the land, one that is worthy of a banana republic?
My decision to become a musician was quite a big blow to my parents.
Over the years, my mother never failed to remind me that I had made a big mistake in choosing music. She always said I could’ve become a good lawyer (to which I must say I am in full agreement.)
However, she did relent towards the end.
One day, we were seated on the couch in her home on Merdeka Road 13 when she leaned over and said, ‘You haven’t done too badly. With your fingers tinkling the guitar, you’ve made a good living for yourself.’
I think she was trying to tell me she was proud of me.
She said this in our Fuzhou dialect so that’s a rough translation.
*After some sleuthing and help from Ms Poupard-Gould at Victoria University, I found out that my Legal System lecturer in 1977 was Professor Lindsay McKay.