It's 3:44pm, and for this caffienne cranked law student, the day is virtually complete. Sure, I'm physically present in Civil Procedure, but the closer we get to the end of the semester, the less my mind decides to sign the attendance roll.
For the last two afternoons, I have found myself infected with incessant laughter. These are both possibly "you had to be there" moments.
Yesterday was the last legal writing class of the semester. Before walking into our small, cold, u-shaped class room, my 10 fellow classmates revealed that none of us had done the assignment, which was to prepare our opening and closing arguments. When the time came for a volunteer to present, we disclosed our secrect to the teacher. Unhappily, she asked for someone to just try to make something up. Seeing an opportunity to begin to craft my argument, I volunteered.
All rise! We stood up, and I was granted permission to begin my argument. I took the stand, fixed my posture, and steadied my voice. "May it please the court. My name is Lauren Clark, and I am councel representing . . .uhhhh . . . mmm . . Mr. Robbins?!?!?!" I began to chuckle and then offered "What is his first name?" My class laughed along, and my teacher told me "William."
At this point a youtube segement, "First Year of Law School: Goofus and Gallant," flashed through my head. In this episode, Gallant, the good law student who is always PREPARED, answers the question with ease, while Goofus, the UNPREPARED student, fakes a seizure to excuse himself from answering. Imagining Goofus, as unprepared as I was, wiling in an epileptic fit, I began to laugh uncontrollably, infecting my classmates and irritating my professor.
Today the fit began right before my SBA shift. Since I had a makeup con law class at 1:00, and got to skip out of the last 30 minutes to make my shift, I was already in a cheery mood. I walked into con law, and took a seat in the back beside my friend Andrea, who is also in my legal writing section. About a minute before class, she observed that the first four rows were empty, and that our entire class was sitting, crammed into each other in the back rows. "You think he'll get the point?" she asked. The laughing began.
After leaving early, I went to the SBA store to work my shift. We ran out of quarters, so I had to give someone back a lot of dimes. He came back later to get a coke, and handed back the dimes I had given him. With a serious face, I told him "we don't take dimes here, only quarters." We both chuckled.
Andrea soon came by to keep me company for the rest of my shift. Alex stopped by and the three of us discussed an article he had sent over email. In the article, the author talks about professors who write study guides and then tell us not to use them because they will make learning "too easy," in order to reverse psychology and have us buy the outlines. We all got a good laugh over the part in the article that talks about exams, and how professors, like lazy ais, whine about doing half the work of regular professors, getting double the pay, and only having to grade one exam (which has no useful comments on it if you even get it back) at the end of the semester.
During the first five minutes of class, I looked over at my friend who gave me a warm greeting smile. I waved, and the professor, catching my friendly gesture, imitated me and asked what the hey I was doing. "I'm just saying hi to my friend Mr. Harris," I responded, the laughter begining to swell in my stomach, and escaping from my mouth. Again, after building all day I lost control, when later my professor (apparently Danny Devito look alike) made a comment to the effect that he is whipped by women.
This blog helped pass my time. Civ pro is over. Time to move on out.
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