By dumb luck or the complete lack thereof, I haven't had any professors who say in advance who will be called on the following day. There was one occasion, during Civil Procedure, where I was called on to do Erie with two minutes left in the last class of the week and then left to marinate in my fear of a socratic thrashing for the whole weekend, but it usually comes to me as a surprise.
However, one of my profs announced last week that he had finished cold-calling the whole class and would now sweep from left to right across the classroom. On Monday and Tuesday, he called the people to my left, row by row. The last person to be called sat directly to my left. Last night, I read both of today's cases with a fine-tooth comb, as ready for my grilling as those pre-marinated steaks you can buy at Dominick's.
Then the professor did a funny thing. Instead of going across, as he had been doing, he went toward the back for the first case. Then he went back again for the second case. Now I have to spend the weekend worrying about my performance on Monday.
I may be a 2L with a job waiting for me, but I still don't like to look like a moron in front of my classmates. It's almost as bad as looking like a gunner.
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