Thursday, October 06, 2005


So, my legal writing class was in the library yesterday and it was very exciting. My poor proffessor (a litigator teaching a class for the first time in her life) decides to split the group up and tend half of us with the 2L assisting the class. Bad plan. The 6 of us could not pay one bit of attention and eventually the 2L, who we all love, gave up and we stood in the middle of the aisle looking out of place and waiting for something to change.

You think after all this time and all this schooling and for some all the work experience would tell us, don't stand in the middle of the aisle in the library milling around like cattle but no.

So, other people join the cluster-fuck going on in the Supreme Court Reporter aisle to talk to me and other classmates, and we continue standing there and building in force until the entire aisle is not accessible. We arent even supposed to be in this part of the library, but oh well.

Anyhow, after an hour the proffessor became curious about the rest of the class and went hunting. She looks high and low in the places she would expect us to be for the exercise, but we're not there. On her way back, dejected that she lost half her class she sees a big group of people and other single frustrated people trying to get by. She see's 2L.....aha she's found us. And she says, "What the fuck are you guys doing here?????"

Ha, it was the first time I've heard my law professors swear, and if it were going to be anyone I would think it was going to be the fellow from Contracts, not the feminine writing teacher. She realized of course immediately that she made the wrong move and just laughed. Then told us to get away from the primary sources. We went home early after that. I guess she thought we had learned all about the wild wonderful word for secondary sources.


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