Monday, August 27, 2007

The Initiation, and other Socratic Horrors

I had my initiation into the legal world today- not five minutes into class, when I got called on by a man whose combined legal experience could probably kill a horse.

It was a little bit awful, especially when he told me I should "just say I didn't know, if I wasn't prepared."

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap.

In my defense, I was prepared: prepared, and terror-stricken. Immediately upon hearing my name, my entire computer morphed into some strange object I had never seen or used before: I stared at my keyboard for a little bit and tried to figure out how to move my cursor. Being desperately afraid of being mocked for saying something stupid, I instead opted to stutter and fumble while I tried to remind myself how to read.

It was awkward. The initial shame would have been bad enough, except that he kept coming back to me...If the rest of today goes like this, I'll probably have an aneurysm.

On the plus side, you can see the camaraderie in our class- none of us envy being on the hot seat, so it was nice to get a little post-mortification support after class. And a cookie. The cookie was nice too.

I've been initiated! Onward & upward!


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...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson