So after almost a month and a half of no classes (3 weeks break, 2.5 weeks finals/reading days) I had to actually get out of bed, and go sit in a class room. I know, I know, the horror of it all.
My first class of the day doesn't start until 11am, which in and of itself would be enough for me to be favorably disposed. The class itself was decent enough to officially go into my plus column. Being a final free class on sex-based discrimination* with a decent focus on somewhat goofy class participation - which can admittedly be a little annoying on the days you want to just sit back and let a lecture wash over you, but all in all can help make class "fun" should make for an almost pleasant semester. I don't expect major revelations from this class, but I should learn some good stuff and maybe even walk away with a decent grade.
I was already feeling good after the morning, when WCL reached out and gave me a big, fat kiss. First, free food lining the hallway outside of class. Decent free food too, actual turkey wraps, salad, cookies and the like - not a stale pizza in sight. I followed the magic food, and came into a room filled by a booming voice. I had some time to kill, and a lecture seemed like a decent place to spend it - plus the food was being monitored and I didn't want to be yelled at for stealing food meant for the lecture recipients. Best choice ever.
I could only stay for an hour, but I spent that hour listening to a symposium on "Lawyers Fiddle while the Constitution Burns" One hour of colorful rhetoric on the "psychology of imperialism, “congressional impotence (and flaccidness, why use one penis word when you can use two?) and the demise of freedom and democracy as we know it. Complete with arm waving, finger shaking and obligatory references to the fall of Rome. I do love me some political fire and brimstone. I was also fond of the ripping of the "theology" of economics, as indicated by a University of Chicago Law professor starting class by writing justice on the board and informing students that that was the last time that word should be used in class. And being in DC, no lecture is complete without namedropping and mentions to the speakers stint at the White House. And that was the conservative guy. There was also a healthy bit of the more mellow Ralph Nader. I love that at my school I can just follow food and find Ralph Nader.
But as soon as it began the magic of the moment was gone, and I found myself whisked away to Wills, Trusts, and Estates, where I found myself frantically transcribing the words of a mad woman operating under the delusion that her class is "easy". I really hate professors who think their class is easy. Sure, you do anything for 50 years and it seems easy. Normally I expect this crap from law school, but it had been so nice to me this morning, that I just wasn’t prepared with my best mental ninja skills** Oh law school, I don't think I'm quite ready to let you yank around my tender heart like that so soon after break. Unfortunately, I don't think it really cares.
*Because I apparently want to use my $180,000 degree to go into the oh so profitable field of feminism?
** My mental ninja skills consist primarily of the ability to stay awake in dull situations, type quickly while simultaneously checking facebook, tease out the important bits of info from an entirely monotone lecture and avoid eye contact when professors scan the room for "volunteers"