On Friday I experienced something that most law students fear. Some of them will tell you that they don't know fear, that they have never known fear, but trust me, they are lying. This is a thing that keeps people awake at nights, that sends people to the bathroom crying after class, and that has the dual ability to inflate your ego or crush it into a fine dust and then blow it into your face.
You guessed it. The prof called on me.
The reason I think law students fear being called on is this; nobody can know your grades unless you tell them or don't cover up your midterm (or make law review, then they have a pretty good idea). So one of the only ways to measure somebody's ability against your own, is to watch them when they get called on. If they do poorly it could be because they weren't prepared, or it could be because they don't understand the material. Maybe they don't belong here. Maybe they do. When you get called on, your aware that many of your future peers, bosses, or employees are watching you, deciding how good you are. It can be intense to say the least.
You see, everyday that you go to class and don't get called on, exponentially increases the chance that you will get called on next time. This is because it would hardly make sense for the professor to call on people he has already called on when there are people like me just sitting there, untested and still a little smug. So it was that day, that I attracted his ire.
Friday is a bad day for me as far as paying attention goes. I have a tutorial after class, so we're looking at at 3-4 hours of torts in one day. I don't care what you think about torts, that's a lot. Also, www.somethingawful.com publishes their weekly photoshop friday. Photoshop Friday is put together by the goons over at somethingawful and it is one of the funniest things you can find on the interweb. So there I am, visibly bored, hunched over my computer shaking, trying to prevent spasms, as I laugh my ass off at somethingawful.
At one point when he looked up at me I moved my computer a little bit and knocked my name plate off the desk. He watched as another student handed it to me and I replaced it on the table. I knew that he was going to call on me for sure, but I didn't really care. I went on with my goofy hijinks and continued to draw attention to myself and the innocent liz, who was caught in the cross fire. My friend Red 6 gets annoyed when I do this kind of thing, but I think her annoyance isn't real, I think she likes my hijinks. People are wound wayyyy too tight around here, they have got to relax a little bit.
“Mr. aLs, could you tell us about the case of Wolf v. Scott Wetzel Services?”
“Uhhh yeah, hold on one sec.” (At this point I'm hurridly closing somethingawful and bringing up my brief, to remind me what case we're talking about)
“Wolf hurt his back and his company paid workers comp to him for it. After a while he needed psychiatric treatment and began receiving it. With the backing of his therapist, Wolf claimed that his back injury was partially responsible for his need to receive counseling. His claim was denied and his comp claim was closed entirely. Wolf appealed and his case was reopened and he was compensated for his counseling. He then filed a lawsuit against what's his face Services claiming that their negligent denial of his claim caused him damages and blah blah blah blah blah”
The professor had expected to catch me off guard. It was no secret that I am one of the people in class that does not worship my profs like Greek Gods. He stared up at me and began firing off questions like he had an M16 and I was a Charlie in the jungle (charlie: term used in Vietnam, please see Apocolypse Now)
I did very well with all of his questions. Until I was asked one that the case didn't really cover.
“What kind of tort is not covered by this workers comp system that the legislature set up?” He spat out, foam rolling down his shirt. The students in the front row flinched. How could the Alaskan be so smart, but not be in the front row? Was this possible? Would the teacher resort to biting if he couldn't trip up aLs in the next minute or two?
Well I knew the answer to that one. However, that answer was taking a shower or something in my brain, and did not pick up its phone. I only had a second to think about it before a lone hand shot up in the classroom.
Let's digress for a moment and allow me to paint a picture of a specific person in my class.
This guy is in his thirties. Some of the people in class like him because he has kind of a humpty dumpty aura and seems relatively harmless. You know what else has a humpty dumpty aura? Acid Spitting Cobra's infected with Ebola have an aura like that. Be careful. This guy, he always has a question or a hypo for the teacher. It never ends. The teacher doesn't answer his questions or his hypos either, the teacher just goes off on half hour long tangents instead. The tangents are interesting, but all the note takers hate these tangents. They sit there and take notes on stuff that they will never be tested on. I feel for them a little, but not lots. Its their own fault if they have gotten this far and haven't figured out how to tell what's important and what's not.
Anyways, Humpty Dumpty the Acid Spitting Snake raised his hand before I even had half a second to think about the answer. The teacher called on Humpty, and Humpty informed the class that Intentional Torts do not fall under the workers comp system that was under discussion. Well that's great. If I had had another 2 seconds I would have known that. The answer was just out to lunch. Several of my friends think I am overreacting, but I don't.. Why couldn't he have relaxed for a second instead of trying to undercut me? Nobody else in this class raises their hand the second someone doesn't know something. They will help if someone starts struggling, but not the moment someone needs to think for a second. What he did was a jerk thing,...his day of reckoning will come.
After class everyone agreed I did well. Though they wouldn't say it, I could tell that many others now believed it would only be a matter of time before I was sitting on the Supreme Court. Even though I am a liberal, it was now a given that Bush would be calling me to make an appointment. The Democratic party would get behind it, and the Conservatives would go with it as well since I'm so freaking cool.
Anyways, i've been writing this while class was going on. The teacher is talking about selling babies, so I'm going to listen for a while. Ciao.
aLs