I knew Thursday was going to be fun before I went to sleep on Wednesday. It was not going to take any stroke of brilliance to know that I was going to have an interesting story to tell; I was slated to meet with the Professor of "Stupid Class".
The day started with two hours of Contracts. The senile professor never ceases to amaze me. I sometimes wish the class were longer. I get a serious amount of work done while the professor pontificates on nonsensical topics that boggle the mind.
After class, I made my way to the ground floor of the law school. I opened my computer, and entered a number into my phone. I needed to get an update from one of my clients who was not responding to our requests. After having a wonderful conversation with him about the reason for doing what my partner and I requested, I made my way to the professor's office for the meeting.
I had been engaged in an internal debate about whether I should just tell her exactly how much of a waste of time, boring and worthless the class has become to me, or whether I was going to sit quietly and pay her lip service. Until I opened my mouth to speak, the debate was not settled. As has become my nature, I just put it all on the table. I figured I had nothing to lose. After I told her how horrible the class was, I waited for her response. What she said next blew me away.
"I did not expect to hear anything different from you," she said.
Wow. Doth mine ear deceive me? No, she actually said that she expected me to say exactly what I said. Furthermore, she understood why I was saying what I did, and agreed that the class may be as I described it for me. She followed up these statements by concluding that the class is structured the way it is for a reason, and that I just need to stick with it.
After the meeting, I sat in the library for a few hours, readying myself for Civil Procedure.
The 50 minute class played into my prophetic visions. I plagued myself one again with the phrase: "I just know we are going to get called on today." My row had not before, in the 21 weeks of class, ever been called upon. As can be guessed, today was the day it would all change.
I was at the opposite end of the row from where he started. Sure enough, one-by-one, the professor mad his way closer to where I was seated. The closer he got, the more I felt the need to relieve my bladder.
I had nothing about which I should have worried. Civil Procedure is my strongest class, and the reading was not the most difficult we have had. Instead of waiting to be called upon, I raised my hand to answer a few questions. Megan sits to the right of me, and Michelle to the right of Megan. I started to volunteer myself to answer the questions to which I knew I was correct right after Michelle was called upon. Sadly for Megan, that left her as the perpetual next person to be called upon. Sure enough, when I ceased answering, questions were heaved in her direction. After much of the subject had been discussed, and as class began coming to a close, our professor discussed settlements in cases where there are a numerous amount of Plaintiffs, but one lone Defendant. He was trying to illustrate what happens when a number of Plaintiffs win verdicts of a relative number. I raised my hand, and gleefully completed the illustration by making an allusion to the television game show "Deal or No Deal". Met with laughter, I ended my day on a high note.
Later Thursday night, I watched the Democratic debate with Stacy. As she left, snow began to fall.
What a dandy day.
-----Senile Professor Quote of the Day:
"All white guys look alike to me."
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