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Horribly Inappropriate Things I've (Almost) Said

September 12, 2006 10:21 PM

econd and third-year students at the University of Wisconsin Law School are alowed to pick one class per semester to "pass/fail." What this means is that, for whatever class they pick, they take the class normally, are graded normally, and then are assigned either an "S," for satisfactory, or a "U," for unsatisfactory in lieu of a number grade.

Last semester, I pass/failed Insurance Law because it was my most boring class, it was my earliest class, and because, due to the previous two points, I thought I'd probably do absolutely no work.

When I took the exam, I was a little worried that I had failed. I was sure I was fucked. Today, I went and checked to see what my number grade would have been. It was better than any of the other grades I got last semester, including Evidence, which I thought I was going to master, but ended up being my lowest grade in law school.

When I went to the office to find out the grade, Rachel was with me. I had my fingers crossed, hoping for a grade in the range of an 81 which would mean that I had done right around the least amount of work possible to pass. A fail is actually 76 or below, but anything below an 78 would have given me a heart attack for having come so close to failing. In any event, when they told me my actual, much higher, grade, I screamed at the top of my lungs. I got through "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" before I realized I was in the law school equivalent of the principal's office, and then ended my would-be curse in "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Then, I saw the dean of the law school, said hello, and went on my merry way.



5 Comments


Utah said:

Yeah, Bob Schnur did the same thing to me. I reacted with roundhouse kicks, but the effect was the same.

September 13, 2006 7:51 AM



Vice said:

I've sworn off taking the pass fail option. I found the same thing happens - if I think I'm going to fail, I end up doing alright. If I expect to rock the exam, I walk out of the exam room rubbing my ass. It seems like my expectations for how I can perform and the expectatons the professors have of me are on entirely different planes. When I expect to do well, and I finish a test feeling like I've performed at that level, I now pretty much expect a score in the single digits, because that's when the professor tells me to look away, then whacks me in the face with a mallet.

September 13, 2006 10:08 AM



Utah said:

It's kind of amazing that the horrible things you've ACTUALLY said far outnumber those you've almost said.

September 14, 2006 1:18 PM



USImmigrant said:

Checking in late on a funny post. I admire this new trait you seem to have cultivated in the time since we lived in Flagstaff.

It borders on something...something...hmmm.....

*blows the dust off of a large creaky dictionary, scans a few pages*

...Aha! *thumps the book shut*

Tact!!!

September 23, 2006 6:09 AM



Ismael Tapia II said:

You know, Mr. USImmigrant (first off, are you the same commenter as Immigrant and Emigrant? I assume so, but I'm not sure), I may be getting closer to tact, but it's slow going. While I didn't curse at the top of my lungs in the office, I certainly did scream really loud.

September 26, 2006 2:22 AM



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