(This picture is the view from the Ferry at 9:00 am)
The day didn’t exactly start off the way I had hoped. Let’s just say the removable soft top for the jeep is not my friend. The jeep is great without the top if you are cruising around the beach, but I need the roof firmly secured on the jeep in order to drive to school without looking like a mess. I couldn’t get it connected right, but I had to take the jeep instead of the minivan because it has the sticker for the student lot. Leaving it loose, I could envision the soft top flying off when I was driving on the causeway, sailing over the railing, and then landing on some guy on a passing barge below. Ultimately, I had no choice but to go "topless." Already running late, I didn’t have time to put my hair in a ponytail or to change out of the professional, but fun, dress I had chosen to wear for the first day. I just grabbed my sunglasses, jumped in the jeep, and headed toward the Ferry.
Nobody told me that during the week there is tons of traffic in line for the Ferry. Where did all the people come from?
Nobody told me I needed to wear sunscreen because the sun, even at 9:00 in the morning, will burn you to a crisp when you have to sit in traffic waiting for the Ferry.
Nobody told me I needed to put on bug repellant because the mosquitoes love to hang out on the Ferry landing.
Nobody told me I was going to absolutely melt in the heat if I drove the jeep without the top.
You get the picture.
Since I was running so late, I really didn’t have time to grasp the gravity of the twin switch as I walked through the double doors of the law school. It was strange having people I have never seen before say, “Hi, Amy, how was your Summer?” I basically just said "hi" to everyone who made eye contact or seemed to know me. Making my way quickly upstairs into the Intellectual Property classroom, and I found myself surrounded by a bunch of nuns. That was my initial impression. All of the law students were wearing black suits. Long-sleeved black suits. In the middle of August.
Some older guy asked me, “Why aren’t you in courtroom attire?” What the heck is courtroom attire? Amy didn’t say anything about a dress code or courtroom attire. Another student up in the cheap seats yelled at me too, telling me I am supposed to wear my black suit for court. I slowly made my way up to the third row and took my seat next to Michele, who looked me over from head to toe disapprovingly. She was wearing a black suit all right, but it was cut low enough in the front that I wondered for a second if she knew she had forgotten her blouse. She shook her head at me, and I asked her how she liked the new, sunburned drowned-rat look for Fall. At least it seemed to take the focus off of my hair or other personal details that would indicate to her that I wasn't Amy.
The geeky guy with glasses sitting on the other side of me said "you should probably go home and change." He had a tape recorder on the desk in front of him, set on “pause.” His book and notes were organized neatly, with four different colored highlighters and three pens lined up and ready for action. I was relieved when he laughed because for a moment I thought I really needed to go change. He told me that after Intellectual Property there would be a formal seminar in the main courtroom given by Professor Matthews about trying out for Trademark Moot Court. When I said I probably wouldn’t go, he told me there was always at least one person who forgets to wear courtroom attire, adding that I should go so it would give everyone something to laugh about.
My newly acquired mosquito bites and the ones from over the weekend began itching all at once. It was that moment I discovered that sunburn does not make mosquito bites more pleasant. However, the Intellectual Property class was okay overall. The professor was a riot, with her pseudo-bouffant hairdo and quirky southern accent resembling Kyra Sedgwick’s character on THE CLOSER tv show. It was hard to imagine her as a lawyer. At one point, I tried to search my syllabus for verification that she actually did have an education. She gave us a long explanation about the seating chart and a subsequent lecture about the roll sheet, which took up over half the class time. The rest of the time was spent going over the syllabus, giving us a quick overview of Trademark Law, and reminding us about the seminar. Good thing I spent two days preparing for Intellectual Property class for nothing.
The most interesting thing about the Intellectual Property class was watching the guy sitting on my left. He clicked highlighter lids very carefully, one after another, as he colored sentences in his book different colors. From what I could tell, it was blue highlighter for the Issue of the case, pink for the Rule, yellow for the Analysis, and green for the Conclusion. Every single sentence on each page was a pretty color. At the end of class, he told me he had an extra tape recorder and asked that, if he supplied the tapes and batteries, would I tape the class for him. He said it was "just in case" his own tape recorder didn’t work or it shut off too soon, then he would have a back up. I was happy to help him.
After Intellectual Property class, several of us migrated upstairs to check out the Moot Court thing. The attention of the students quickly shifted away from entering the courtroom as as two students rushed by us on their way to the bulletin boards across from the bookstore. Like town-criers, they announced that Professor Rogerson had just posted his assignment that was due for the first day of class. In other words, the assignment that was due at 1:30 today. A mad rush to the 2L Board ensued, and quick scribbling commenced, as the assigned page numbers for the Business Association cases were quickly jotted down. I couldn’t help but laugh at the moans from my fellow students, as well as at the absurdity of a professor assigning over 70 pages, to both read and brief, just barely three hours before the assignment is due. Consequently, few of the students who have Rogerson for Business Associations attended the Moot Court Seminar.
This afternoon when I arrived in Business Associations, I was greeted by the geeky highlighter guy who asked me if I would help him by taping this class for him as well. I considered telling him I probably could not do more than one class because it would be too difficult to keep the tapes straight. But, then I thought about Amy. If she had the tapes for the classes, it might help her when she has to catch up on all the material before final exams. I told him I would tape the classes for him if he would let me keep any tapes he doesn’t need when his own tape recorder does work successfully. He agreed. I know Amy will love it.
All I can say about Business Associations is, talk about drama. Precisely at 1:30, the door opened, and the room fell completely silent. Michele even stopped typing on her laptop. A man walked in, set his book on the podium, and then spread out pieces of paper on the first row table (no one sits in that front row). I almost laughed out loud.
This is the great and all powerful Oz? The professor that the entire school, including the administration, fears? He is short, heavy set, balding on top, thick glasses, and has an incredible insecure way about him. He is George Costanza from Seinfeld! And I am supposed to be intimidated by this man?
He immediately began class by calling on a student, only dragging it out as much as possible: “Mister-rrrr…” then pausing for effect as he looked around the room. Seventy-two heads lowered in unison as everyone looked down at their desks to avoid being called on. “Barushel…” The whole room sighed in relief. Except, of course, for Mr. Barushel, a young guy at the far end of the forth row, who stood up. Rogerson asked a question about if you need a contract to form a partnership. I thought I knew the answer, but now I am not so sure. I initially thought Rogerson was asking if a client needed a WRITTEN contract, and in that case the answer would be "maybe" depending on if it was a General Parnership or not. But, since the question is just "is a contract needed," then I think the answer is "yes," because even in a General Partnership, you have to have at least an oral agreement, right?
The poor student blew the answer, and Rogerson told him very rudely to sit down. He then started calling on the next person in the same way... “Ms-zzzz…” Professor Rogerson was looking for a female a victim, but everyone looked down at their desks. This same process continued throughout the class. Most of the time, such as with the partnership question above, Rogerson would change the question before we actually got the correct answer. His temper seemed to get worse as we delved into the cases, and no one was giving him the answers he wanted. It quickly became apparent why Amy cannot stand this guy.
The time in Business Associations passed by as if in dog years. Somehow I managed to escape being called on, and I was thankful because I don't know how I would respond to being yelled at like that. I am so thankful to be home, and I am not quite sure I want to go back tomorrow. I never thought I could make it one day pretending to be Amy. I am beginning to wonder if the fear in the law school environment simply distracted everyone from noticing I wasn't her?