Impolite Prof Awakens Juice From Half-Slumber

There are 95 people in my Evidence class. That's about a 1% chance I'll get called on, right? Actually, we've been in class for about three weeks, and he's never called on anyone, just takes volunteers. So I'm feeling pretty safe in the back row reading all of your blogs and letting my tired little brain check itself out.

Actually, I was feeling extra safe since I volunteered two answers on Friday. First I volunteered to give the Plaintiff's argument for a particular problem. Then, when no one volunteered to give the Defendant's argument, I said ah, what the hell, and volunteered that answer, too. Theory: It's better to just volunteer when you're up to it, to avoid the burn of being called on cold.

So, no WAY he's going to call on me today. Right?

WRONG. Suddenly prof announces he's done taking volunteers, and he's going to start calling on people. The whole class tenses up. Getting called on is damn scary in a class with 95 people, you don't want to look like an idiot, plus our prof was just nominated to be a federal judge, so it's even more intimidating to open your trap in his class. You really don't want to look like a dope in front of a federal judge.

You know where this is going. He calls on the Juice. Why do they always call on the Juice? Did I mention no one else has been called on all semester? Do I look like I'm falling asleep or something?

Juice responded like a champ, no worries.

It's true, I was having a very hard time staying awake in class today. I was up late working on an impossibly boring authority check (and tied, cross-eyed, to the microfische reader because the author decided to quote this obscure piece-of-crap article from 1958 and then cited the wrong damn page so I had to sit in front of the flippin' microfische scanning pages and pages and pages of pure baloney looking for the one stupid sentence to make sure he quoted it correctly, but that's neither here nor there and I'm certainly not bitter about it, oh no, and just so you know, eventually I did find the sentence, and he had quoted it wrong, ha!), then dragged myself out of bed to meet my mentor in the early morning and watch a summary judgment argument in federal court. I didn't have time to grab caffeine before rushing to class. Not a good idea. And a bummer, too, because I really like Evidence, and usually pay attention when I'm not nodding off.