poor charles craver

so negotiation institute is taught by just another one of these older, gray-haired white men that we all find so adorable. this one is even more adorable b/c as a fringe benefit, he looks a bit like the farmer from babe, that pig movie. also, b/c unlike some law professors, he is not a jerk and he is a really nice man. (i say most of them are, tho i am a terrible judge of character, but some of them are not.)

anyways, it is so sad b/c this is a one credit pass/fail class taught over two saturdays. i mean, can you imagine how little attention people are going to pay? there is no need to take notes, or to have a computer, but they're all open and EVERYONE is sitting there, totally engrossed in their computer screens.

i even mean EVERYONE. last weekend, when i would look up, there were people paying attention. today, anthony pointed out that the thing to watch for was the moment when not a single one of the 120 students were listening to what he said. and it happened. i thought the LLMs and the usual gunners would keep us from that goal, but even they couldn't do it.

i will admit that the clump of my friends and i were being pretty egregious. we were all playing games on our computers, but also all watching one anothers' screens. oh, but unlike usual when we're doing this, we had given up on IM and were just talking aloud. so that if someone couldn't find the 6 letter word or figure out the lingo word (nerdy law school word games), we would just sit there and "whisper" the words in very insistent tones. across three rows and a group of about 8 people. and this was in addition to our general tittering and giggling and pointing at one another's computer screens. oops.

well, at least we didn't play the drinking game. i mean, yes, we did all drink over lunch, but no one actually returned with a pony keg and drank every time he used a word with the root "negotiate" or talked about a story from his book or told us that the answers to our exercises would be confidential or referred to the emotional intelligence survey or told the same story he told last week. oh, it would have been good. then again, my guilty conscience can hardly handle how disrespectful we were when not all hopped up on booze, so that’s probably just as well.