So, Smurftastic and I have the pleasure and privilege of being in the same "upper-level" class, the always exciting Administrative Law. I can't exactly explain why, but we just don't seem to fit in with the rest of the class. Maybe it's because we're lowly 2Ls, or maybe it's because we're the only blond people in the class, but regardless - the main point is, we are obviously much cooler than everyone else
1:55 - classmate in next row who frequently wears a bow tie opens lap-top to reveal a Supreme Court Justice wallpaper. Amazing.
1:56 - per usual, there is a paper passing issue in our row. Smurtastic and I were lucky enough to secure our favorite spot in the next-to-last row. Despite the ideal learning location, we have some problems with the neighbors. Namely, the chick that sits approximately 4 seats to the left of Smurftastic. The seats in between are empty. Every day, when class materials are passed around the room, they mysteriously disappear before reaching us. Why? Because chick will not either (a) stand up and walk down the row to hand us the materials, or (b) push the papers across the row of desks for us to reach. This happens EVERY CLASS. Smurftastic has officially designated this girl her nemesis. There are a number of reasons. 1) - Once in the library, Smurftastic and her friend left their computers and other stuff on a small table while they left for 20 minutes to get lunch. When they return, bitch from 4 seats down and her friend were sitting at the table as well. There were other empty tables, and this is completely against library manners. Plus, these bitches just proceed to shoot dirty looks at Smurftastic the entire day and talk in loud voices about whatever stupid crap they care about. Additionally, every time Smurftastic either passes the handouts to this chick or gets up to pick up her copies and continue the passing, she gets a dirty look. Seriously, she knows she is blonde and less than 300 lbs, but CHILLAX.
1:58 - like OH MY GOD! the girls in front of us are wearing the same earrings! Hoop earrings are TOTALLY IN right now. Wow.
2:00 - 2:45 - blah, blah, blah....notice and comment rulemaking...blah, blah, blah...you'll catch botulism from eating canned whitefish...
2:53 - the kid in front of us has his computer top laying completely flat. For no reason at all. He's typing on it. And has to lean forward to see what he's writing. Why? 3Ls are weird. That's why. We are officially renaming class "Socially Awkward 101".
2:55 - OLD LADY GUNNERS IN CLASS. I don't hate on them TOO much because they're probably MSJ students, which means they essentially don't exist (i.e. will not effect my curve or class rank). However, they don't seem to understand that, contrary to popular belief, law school classes are not the place to discuss the law. Nobody wants to hear your thoughts on why the FDA shouldn't regulate the temperature at which whitefish is canned. Also - please note: a classroom full of people who are in school to either delay making a decision about what to do with their life and/or desperately attempting to get a foothold on some type of lucrative career really don't want to hear about how professionally established and knowledgeable you are. Bitches.
3:00 - MOVIE: INS agent is wearing a sunflower tie. This must allude to the fact that he is the sensitive one in the INS office and will pretty much grant anyone asylum. If your relatives are trying to immigrate here from Rwanda, ask for the guy with the sunflower tie to review their case.
3:15 - class is almost over and we have yet to hear a question about Rehnquist's emotional state when writing an opinion about nuclear power. Dang it!
3:20 - cell phone rings. Who's could it be? Ahhh yes. The mysterious Asian kid who sits in the very back of the classroom. Smurftastic once sat by him when she had to peace early for an interview. He showed up about 10 mins after class started, and left at the halfway point. Never turned on a computer or wrote anything. In fact, left his backpack on the table, and just opened the Metro newspaper on top of it. Only comes to class about 50% of the time. Once Smurftastic saw him just chillaxin' in the back of class on the floor. No computer, no notebook, no attention. Hmmmm. Also have never seen him wandering around school. Maybe he is the adoptee of one of the old lady gunners, and his babysitter has to drop him off before Pilates class. We are sticking with this assumption, and have renamed him "AdminLaw Jolie-Pitt."
Peace Out.
