Lunch at the Top of the Ivory Tower
Had the chance today to have lunch with a couple of my professors. I gather it was supposed to be a somewhat informal setting for a few of us to get a little better acquainted with the people who hold the seating chart. (Luckily they gave us name tags to avoid the mildly uncomfortable fact that we are unrecognizable when our names aren't linked to that precious chart.)
Much as I complain about the pedgogical philosophy of legal education, I am rather fascinated by my profs and would love the opportunity to find out more about them.
That didn't happen today though. Instead, I sat through one of the more awkward and obvioulsy forced conversations I've ever had the mild discomfort to witness.
It was pretty obvious that the profs thought this was just about as lame as I did. I think they were under instruction not to talk about the law with us, but since they don't know anything about us (and weren't all that interested to find out, it seems) we didn't have too much to say to one another. After about 45 minutes of excruciating small talk and incredibly long silences, one of my profs decided he'd had just about all he could take, and just silently stood up and left the room.
At least I got to enjoy a delicious free (read: $37,000) lunch.