This whole semester, I’ve been taking an Environmental Justice Class at the law school. I ended up forgetting to turn in my paperwork on time – because that’s just how I am, sometimes – so I went from being a cross-enrolled student to being an auditor. Which suits me just fine, frankly, because I don’t need the credits. I still want to take the final, though, as a way to review and consolidate everything, though since I’m not actually enrolled I won’t have access to the final exam website. So earlier today, after the review session, this conversation occurred.
Me: Professor Anderson, um, maybe there’s something wrong with me, but could you maybe send me a copy of the final after everyone’s turned it in so I can do it… for practice?
Professor Anderson: There’s nothing wrong with you, you’re just… very eager. Sure, just remind me.
Me: Also, I’m still going to do the final paper, but I probably won’t start on it until after the break because there’s another paper I want to finish first, and since the due date isn’t a problem, that would be better for me.
Professor Anderson: Okay, that’s where there’s something wrong with you. No – wait – that’s why you’re in academia.
OMG! You can buy this on a t-shirt!
Heh. I sat in on a law class during grad school, too–history of English law to 1650. Didn’t do the final paper, however, because the professor (who was emeritus) said he wouldn’t read it. Instead, we had a nice chat in office hours about what I would’ve wanted to write about.
Have fun with the paper!
I’m listening to Stanford Ancient HIstory lectures during gym. As a break from my textbooks. There’s definitely something wrong with me.