I have been informed...

I have been informed that there are people who actually read my blog. Suddenly I am full of shame. Maybe I should think before writing from now on.

Anyway, I went to my very first professor's office hours ever. I never went to office hours as an undergrad. I did email a professor once about setting up an appointment and he told me that if I needed his help, I wasn't smart enough to be in the class. Yes, they had quality professors in the film program.

In order to go to office hours, I had to wait a full 30 minutes while other people in the class chatted with the professor, told him how much they loved property, how smart he was, how nice his haircut was and all the other shameless butt-kissing and attempts to look smart that everyone in law school does just in case they lied about that blind grading thing.

The reason I decided to go to office hours was two-fold. First fold: shameless butt-kissing, which is not my strong suit, but I thought I should at least try and play the game. Second fold: making sure the professor knows who I am so that maybe he will call on me in class so that I can look smart and show off and shamelessly butt-kiss.

I'm not sure if going to office hours will turn out to be a good thing or a bad thing. After 30 minutes in the hall, I got really nervous. And I was holding a loaf of bread I bought from the hurricane relief bakesale that started to look really yummy about 10 minutes into the wait time. So by the time I actually got to speak to the professor, I was drooling and shaky and had forgotten all the intelligent sounding questions that I had thought of to ask him. So basically I blathered on for 5 minutes until my rambling came full-circle back to the genius question I had originally asked: "So, um, what are the expectations for the course and stuff?" (More or less-- maybe slightly less dumb). I'm sure the professor was fascinated by the ensuing 30 minutes of my life story. He humored me at least.

It's a good thing we have blind grading.