Which brings me to today:
After my Family law morning class, 2 of my close friends, Chantal and Lauren, and I were discussing lunch plans at around 12:45. We figured we had plenty of time to eat because we all agreed that our next class started at 2:50. How we arrived at the number "2:50" I'm not entirely too sure of. Being a 3L is a lot like being a senior citizen with an early onset of alzheimer's...you are the oldest person in the school, but yet you recognize no one and have no idea where any of your classes are. My first day of 3L was spent roaming the hallways with a confused look on my face, asking random people how to check the class schedule (a process that had not changed in 3 years).
So we get done with our lunch at the diner off campus at around 2, and figured we'd go to the library to try to skim the reading for that day's class. While in the library I have an online conservation with another friend who's in my class:
Thomas: what the hell is he talkin about?
me: who?
Thomas: bobis
where is this case
Bobis is our professor. Thinking my friend is talking about the syllabus, which is the only logical conclusion in my mind, I tell him about a case that is on the syllabus, but isnt in the book.
me: its not in the book
The clock approaches 2:40, and my 2 friends and I decide to go up "a little early." We get to the classroom, look in the window... and see a full classroom. At first we think we're too early, and this is another class. But we slowly recognize people from our class, and then see our teacher teaching.
"Oh ...shit"
We recoil back in horror as we realize that class had already begun. I take out my laptop, check the start time..."1:50." We are an hour late for class.
For 10 minutes, we yell at eachother about what to do...
"We should just go home"
"We should wait for class to end and then go in and apologize"
"We should just go in!!"
Crap--Chantal made up her mind that the best thing to do is just go in now, and apologize later. After giving an inspirational General Patton-eque speech, she walks for the door.
"NOOOO" I cry, she doesnt flinch.
I can't let my comrade go in alone, I step forward. The group mentality sets in and all 3 of us file into the door.
We brave a hail of angry stares to get to random seats in the back of the classroom. We duck down behind our seating areas and take cover behind our opened laptops. My adrenaline is at its peak, my blood pressure is out of control, and I think I'm sweating. I have this conversation with the faithful leader of the group:
me: AHHHHHHH
Bobis is our professor. Thinking my friend is talking about the syllabus, which is the only logical conclusion in my mind, I tell him about a case that is on the syllabus, but isnt in the book.
me: its not in the book
it just came out
i read it online
but theres a supplement you need to buy
Thomas: yea i dont have it
2:21 pM me: yeah its easy to find
Thomas: whats the case
me: herring v us
Thomas: oh
i read hat
i thought hes talkin about hudson
me: hudson?
2:22 pM Thomas: i thought tats what he said
he said herring?
me: yeah
Thomas: herring is on p 25
he said p 44
At this point I just think my friend is confused, and I'm only half paying attention to what he's saying.The clock approaches 2:40, and my 2 friends and I decide to go up "a little early." We get to the classroom, look in the window... and see a full classroom. At first we think we're too early, and this is another class. But we slowly recognize people from our class, and then see our teacher teaching.
"Oh ...shit"
We recoil back in horror as we realize that class had already begun. I take out my laptop, check the start time..."1:50." We are an hour late for class.
For 10 minutes, we yell at eachother about what to do...
"We should just go home"
"We should wait for class to end and then go in and apologize"
"We should just go in!!"
Crap--Chantal made up her mind that the best thing to do is just go in now, and apologize later. After giving an inspirational General Patton-eque speech, she walks for the door.
"NOOOO" I cry, she doesnt flinch.
I can't let my comrade go in alone, I step forward. The group mentality sets in and all 3 of us file into the door.
We brave a hail of angry stares to get to random seats in the back of the classroom. We duck down behind our seating areas and take cover behind our opened laptops. My adrenaline is at its peak, my blood pressure is out of control, and I think I'm sweating. I have this conversation with the faithful leader of the group:
me: AHHHHHHH
Chantal: single most awkward moment of my life
i have no idea where i am sitting
3:00 PM Chantal: omg
3:01 PM me: omg
omg omg omg
After the 20 mins left of class we walk up to the professor to explain our situation, and how we got our classes mixed up. The 70 year old professor says that we must have dimensia worse than his, and lets us go without marking us down for an absense.
Victory...but at what cost???
After the 20 mins left of class we walk up to the professor to explain our situation, and how we got our classes mixed up. The 70 year old professor says that we must have dimensia worse than his, and lets us go without marking us down for an absense.
Victory...but at what cost???
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