It really is. Except, I don't remember there being this much hormonal drama, scandals, infighting and backstabbing. It's amazing how ridiculous an ostensibly reasonably intelligent group of people who are all over the age of 18 (actually 21, I think) can become.
I would like to blame it on the stress, or possibly the overexposure to each other (every class, every day, for 9 months, with the same 86 people), but really, there's no good excuse.
You might be wondering what I'm talking about, especially if you're living a normal, non-law school based life. I will give you an example:
There is a guy in my class who loves sports (more than I love chocolate), and he was discussing something about basketball with a mutual friend of ours, who jokingly accused him of being a "bandwagon jumper." Now, I know I don't qualify as a sports fanatic (HPC - help me out here!), but this doesn't seem like the biggest deal in the world. Instead of laughing it off, he took it as a deep and personal insult to his sports fanitude and manhood. Now, days later, the drama continues to fester, creating factions of those supporting the mad sports fan and those supporting the jokester. I personally am being shunned by the mad sports fan for laughing hysterically when he told me why he was "in a fight" with the jokester (yes, I suppose this was rude, given his deep hurt over the comment, but I didn't realize it was actually bothering him - I thought he was joking!).
I give up. I have no idea how to deal with these people!
I just hope I don't get called a bandwagon jumper if I jump on the "get me the heck out of law school as fast as possible" bandwagon.
2 comments:
Perhaps law school attracts some people with a tendency to take themselves a little too seriously? I'm sorry, sounds tiring.
hmm. what was the team? I figure the insulted party has some nagging insecurities about his fanhood. Probably not a team he's been with since childhood, but maybe since college or high school. So he's not a bandwagon fan, but he knows his credentials are not of the highest caliber.
That's my man-fan psychoanalysis.
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