Law Students

Confession of a 1L Gunner

By Bekki

I have lusted after a professor. I have desired to know her - not in the Biblical sense, but as two intellectuals, united on a higher plane than that of ordinary mortals. I have waited, all semester, to feel the thrill of eye contact in a crowded classroom, that jolt of electricity when I asked a question that makes her search the vast library catalog in her head for the answer. The moment when she would realize that I, I above all students, was her intellectual equal.

I have felt wrath. How dare that professor assign me an H. An H! Can't he realize that my superior intellect and my razor-sharp wit entitle me to the highest possible grade? Even if my answers weren't the best in the class (which I'm sure they were), I should be given HH's simply on the basis of my study habits. I finished all my reading for every class over Thanksgiving Break, and had all my outlines done in March. Doesn't that deserve a top grade in and of itself?

I have also felt pride. I know it's a sin, but how can I not be proud of my prep school education and my Ivy League diploma? Besides, my daddy promised to get me a clerkship at the Supreme Court when I graduate. And he's paying my law school tuition. And my rent. And the payments on my new car. Of course I'm proud of my daddy. What girl wouldn't be?

I'm sorry for my sins. This semester will be different. I'll try to give the 2 and 3L's in my elective a chance to talk before I raise my hand. It's just so awkward when they don't volunteer... I have to do something about it, don't I? I'll try listening to what the other students have to say, too. I guess it's possible that they might have something worthy to contribute. Although I can't imagine what. I should probably stop telling everyone how smart I am and how great my daddy is. It's not a wrong to think it... is it?

What's that? You think I should spend time in prayer and contemplation? That's a great idea, but I'd better get working on my brief, if I want to get both the awards in WOA.

Thanks for listening to my confession. I feel better already.

Full post as published by Nuts & Boalts on January 27, 2008 (boomark / email).