A Storm Brewing
Today was actually a pretty good day up until Professor Rogerson's class. Intellectual Property and the copyright stuff is coming much more easily to me, and it is really interesting. Business Associations, on the other hand, might as well be taught in a foreign language. I'm not following Rogerson at all. Probably because the guy makes me sick.
After BA, I tried to scoot on out the door quickly, but Rogerson yelled, "Ms. Morrighan!" before I got close enough to the hallway to pretend I didn't hear him. With the usual student audience gathered around him to kiss his ass, Rogerson waited for me to reach the podium. He asked me where I was yesterday, and I acted like it was no big deal... like "Oh, didn't you get my note?" He said he'd meet me in 10 minutes to go to the Feed Lots. I thought I was going to throw up on his shoes right then and there. I tried several excuses to get out of it...
"I've already used up my hours for law clinic this week..."Nothing seemed to really work. I'd forgotten that I offered to draw him a map, so the idea of me "forgetting" how to get there just made him laugh at me. The students around us laughed at me too, even though they had no idea what we were talking about. As for my other excuses, Rogerson finally said, very calmly, "Okay, then I'll just go ahead and give you an 'F' in Law Clinic."
"I have other plans for this afternoon..."
"I don't remember where the Feed Lots are..."
The students who heard him seemed to enjoy that comment. Me, not so much. I asked him why he would give me an "F" in the Pass-Fail course, and he said it is "policy" to do that when a client is negatively impacted by a law student's actions. As bad as an "F" sounds, I actually considered for a second just saying "Fine" and taking the damn "F." But in the end, I knew I couldn't because it would really screw up Amy's GPA. Plus, then there's the principle of the matter, where I shouldn't have to take an "F" in order to keep from being subjected to possible harassment.
So I told Rogerson I couldn't go today, and I would touch base with him on Monday. He said okay and seemed really pleased with himself, like "I've got you."
When I got back to the beach house, I called Amy to see if we could come up with a plan. She was livid about the idea of getting an "F," but even moreso about me telling Rogerson I'd go with him. We're "letting him win" she told me. I hate it as much as she does, but what can we do? We can't go to the dean because we know she won't do a damn thing. And if we try to do anything else, it will just make matters worse.
We have until Monday to come up with something. I told Amy to see if she can talk to Paige. Paige is a genious when it comes to psychological mind games, and I know if Amy tells her "My sister is having problems," that Paige will come up with the best solution. Only problem is...Amy said she doesn't want to talk to Paige. It turns out Amy "can't stand" Paige because Paige drives her nuts. Great. I told her to try anyway!
My head is really starting to hurt. And since there is just dial-up internet access, I should probably get off this computer anyway with all the lightening. Now if I can just get Booger to shut up...