oops!

I feel like I just wrote a post on this topic. Oh wait. I did. So now I need to come up with another oops moment or two...

In law school, being on the hot seat was torture. Most of the time, you never knew when your turn was coming or how long it would last. Of course, that was intention so you would do all the reading every night. I spent most of my contracts classes sitting in the back of the room, half listening to the lecture and doing the reading for the next day's class. It was three-quarters of the way through the semester and Joe (the prof) had yet to call on me. Since he also had my father as a student, I think he was afraid of what might come out of my mouth if I actually spoke in class.

So I'm hanging out in the back reading, completely ignoring the discussion going on around me and then I hear Joe say, "Okay. Tap the person on your right." (This was his standard - he'd work his way down the row, telling us to tap the person next up) Then I feel an elbow in my ribs.

OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

I had no idea what case we were on. "Where the hell are we?" I whispered frantically as I flipped back through the pages of my text book. I used all the usual stalls. "I'm sorry Joe. I didn't hear your question." flip, flip, flip. "Can you please rephrase that?" flip, flip, flip.

Finally I found the case as he said, "Okay, Jaime. Give us the facts of the case." FACTS! I can do facts! I confidently scanned down the page to where I had clearly marked the pertinent facts in the margin. DAMN IT! It was the one case I didn't read the night before. Flustered, beet red, I looked up at him sheepishly and quietly said the one word you NEVER wanted to utter in class "Pass." Joe grinned wickedly, giving me the "I FINALLY got you!" look before turning to his next victim.

Oops!

By second semester, everyone had laptops. It was great. We invented new ways to goof off in class. Hubby and I took turns showing movies on our screens. The professor couldn't figure out why so many people had moved to the back row of the classroom. Until that day when we were showing "The Patriot." Do you remember the scene where the cannonball bounced around the ground until I knocked off some poor guy's leg? Well, it caused the entire back row to gasp really loudly. We were busted. That was the last time we watched movies in civil procedure class...

Oops!

The computers came in handy when our friends were on the hot seat. We'd IM the answers to each other whenever anyone was stumped. We didn't mind helping but the one rule was you had to be subtle or they'd shut us down. One idiot wasn't too subtle about it. "Hold on, Hugh. They're giving me the answer! I have to put on my glasses so I can read the IMs though!" DUMMY! They shut off the wireless access to the room shortly after that.

Oops!

During our federal courts class, we were discussing a highly significant, controversial case...about porn...We were discussing the intricacies of the legal implications of porn being sent across state lines and into a federal prison. (Maybe you've heard of the case...the mags took the cons' money and didn't deliver the goods. The inmates sued because they wanted their girls) So we're all involved in this conversation when the room is flooded with the sounds of cheesy 80s porn music. "Uh...oops! Sorry. I don't know how to turn the sound off" someone wailed from the back of the room.

Yeah...Oops!

But my favorite was my property professor, Matt. He made no secret of the fact that he liked men...no, loved men...no, worshiped everything about the male form. So for the first 2 weeks of class, he would only call on guys so he could check out the fresh meat. (His words, not mine). I'm in the back of the room playing classmate bingo when I hear him call on "Mr. A." I had stopped listening at the Mister.

But people were staring at me. Marc was still pacing the front of the room, eager to check out the elusive Mr. A. "Mr. Jaime A" (Jaime, pronounced like the Spanish male version of my name)

Just great. Not only was I being called on, but my prof had decided I was male and worthy of being checked out. So I raise my hand and in my most sarcastic voice say, "It's Jaime, Matt."

He turns, stunned, and says "And it's not Mister, is it"

It took all my self control not to blurt out "What was your first clue? The long hair? The skirt? Or the boobs?" I think what actually came out of my mouth was more along the lines of "Sorry to disappoint, but no."

He was so embarrassed that he moved on immediately to the next person. To this day, he refuses to call anyone Mr. or Ms.

OOPS!

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