Law School Memory #9: No Cupcake and a Splenectomy

The Public Interest Society had been raising funds in a variety of ways to provide for summer externship grants. Our Civ. Pro. professor helped them out by selling these mini-muffins at the price-gouging rate of $2 a piece before and during his class - the muffins would later be sold for 50 cents a piece after class was over - on the promise that everyone who bought a muffin and brought the wrapper in as evidence would not be called on that day.

Well my dumbass wasn't going to pay $2 for a cupcake nor take one for free from the offering Yumna. I figured that I would be only one of many who would not cave in to the extortion and therefore the odds of me actually being called on were slim to none. That may well have been the case if I had not opened my mouth prior to the start of class.

Several minutes befor the start of class, the professor used the elmo to display a colorful drawing of flowers that was obviously the work of someone under the age of 6. A few of the girls behind me speculated aloud that it was the work of one of his children that he was proudly displaying. I retorted that it wasn't one of his child's works of art but that it was a drawing by the professor himself. Of course, I said this loudly enough from my front row seat that the professor, who was less than ten feet away, could hear me. And he probably did. I saw him glance at his seating chart and shortly thereafter, he was standing right in front of me asking, "Soller, where's your cupcake? Did you buy one?"

"No, sir."

"Ok."

He then walked away making his way around the room checking on who did and didn't buy a cupcake. Not that it mattered, because I was one of two that he called on that day for class.

I remember I refered to him as "sir" a lot, I kept asking him to repeat his questions because I had no idea what he was asking of me, he threw me a curveball, he referred to one of his PowerPoint slides which he wouldn't show until I answered, and he asked what the spleen's function was to which I replied, " I'm no doctor sir, I can't answer that." To which he replied in kind, "I'm no doctor either, but I know what it does."

In hindsight, I would've paid $5 for one of those damn cupcakes.