Civil law

Eiko Onoda said...
That's the way 'Civil Law' works..

April 8, 2010 4:59 PM

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Thursday, April 8, 2010
How to Pass a Law Exam

For those of you who don't know - basically no one knows, pretty much- I studied Political Sciences in French at the University of Bucharest for 3 years. I dropped out during the 4th year, because I decided I didn't need a Degree after all, but that's another story...
Anyways, amongst Philosophy, Logic, Latin, Math, Politology and all kinds of subjects that were all mandatory and totally or partially useless, we had to, of course, take Law classes. About 3 or 4 types of Law...
I think it was our Civil Law teacher that was a mean little guy, kinda mad at the world... He never smiled, never understood a joke, never communicated with us outside of his field of ...mastery. He was also particularly tough on us during our exams, he took pleasure in humiliating us, it was his revenge, I guess... for what Nature had done to him in the looks department.
I hung out with two girls mainly: one was beautiful, stylish, smart and did well academically. The other was... beautiful ! Very beautiful! She was the daughter of a University Professor that was well respected academically and had recently passed away. Most of our Professors had been friends with her dad, so they were cutting her some major slack in the grades department, because... she needed it! She loved to wear at least 50 bracelets on each arm, at least one giant ring on each finger, witch like super long black nails and giant bangs on her ears. All of her arsenal of seduction and /or style made a tremendous noise in class while she moved her hands, because she was not one to keep shy from gesticulating... She topped it all up with ultra red lipstick and she sported long black locks and ultra arched penciled eyebrows. All in all, she would have looked like a vamp due to her undeniable beauty and mini skirts, but the nails and accessories made her look a bit like a fortune teller. Basically we could tell when she was approaching by the metallic sound of her bracelets, bangs, rigs and click of her heels.
Needless to say, this was not viewed well by our Professors in immediately post communist Romania, so she suffered many repercussions. Mainly having to remove all her "ammunition", which she would put right back on afterwards... However, since I can't quite pinpoint why, but she did have a hard time scoring high grades, she was always in danger of failing some exam or another... Let's just say her father's intellectual genes had not rubbed off on her... Also, her theory about exams, oral or written was the following: "It doesn't matter what you say/write as long as you don't keep quiet. The teacher doesn't pay attention anyways, you just gotta keep going, don't let them see you fazed by any question: just answer something, whatever, as long as you keep talking!!! "
Following that line of "thought", some Professor would ask her a question about a book we had to read and she would just come up with a totally out of the blue "theory".
"Where in the book did you read that, Miss?" the professor would ask, astonished.
Without any hesitation , laying her arm full of bracelets on the desk and making a tremendous metallic noise, my friend would reply:
"Pages 25 through 31!" . And then, as the Professor would write a note, which she took as a sign of approval, she'd look at me and my other friend as if she'd say: " See? What did I tell you?!!!?" .
Most teachers would give her passing grades just because they didn't want to deal with reexamining her or in memory of her father, but the "Mean Dwarf" Civil Law Professor was another story. He failed her five times in a row, both through oral and written examination and this 6th time was her last chance....However she thought he had a personal Vendetta against her and nothing to do with her lack of knowledge. As she was riding the bus home, she starts explaining to the group gathered around her the situation: " I tried to go to the exam with bracelets, without bracelets, one time I removed the rings and left the bracelets, red nail polish, no nail polish, earrings, no earrings, this MOTHERFUCKING DWARF keeps failing me!!! I don't know what else to try! " As she looks over her shoulder, she sees the "dwarf " in question sitting 2 rows in front looking at her... Unfazed, she continues, trying to save the situation and applying her 'method' of 'not letting them see you sweat' : " This FUCKING DWARF, my driving school examiner!..."





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