Commraderie

So, I know that I owe you all a law school story. HERE IT IS, my second week of law school, we were working on this MEMO. For it, we had been given a hypothetical situation where we had to defend this 18-year-old punk wealthy kid. As one of the exercises for the class, we got to interview this hypothetical kid (our professor acted as the kid)....so as I was walking to class the day of that interview, I ran into my teacher. He was wearing jeans, a sloppy polo shirt, and sneakers...I looked at him and said "Dressing the part huh?" To which he responded, "NOPE, this is actually how I always look." AWESOME. Nothing quite like telling your forty something year old LAW PROFESSOR that he looks like he dresses similar to a 18-year-old rich high school student.