law school: September 2005 Archives

Going to class is a whole lot more enjoyable this semester than it was last year. Of the three required classes I'm taking, two are either inherently interesting or taught by someone who makes the class a blast. I'm really loving the two elective type classes I chose and look forward to going to them every day. But the fifth class .. oh the fifth class ..

Its only once a week, thank god, but that doesn't really make it any less painful. Its late on Thursdays, two hours long, and oh so boring in subject matter. Its my only true lightning strike class this semester, so I can't really daydream too much, and yet I don't feel like I'm learning anything. The guy who teaches it is actually highly entertaining - he's like a cartoon character - big and sort of scary looking with a great accent and terribly dry sense of humor. Unfortunately, I have a helluva time understanding a word he says. I don't know if its his accent, the fact that I sit in the way back of the class, my questionable hearing, or a combination of these that makes him so damn hard to understand, but I really struggle with it. I haven't been called on yet (*knocking furiously on wood*) but when I do I'm afraid I will have to ask him to repeat himself four times.

Part of it is my own fault admittedly. I tend to daydream in this class. I hide behind my laptop, I play spider solitaire. I have no idea what is going on.

Every day that I show up is a huge victory for me because every week just sitting my bum down in that chair is a battle.

The battle commences in two hours.