Got all my grades back, finally, after a week in classes. I am pleased! What a strange feeling. First time I've been happy about all my grades in law school. It's a different set of emotions going into the new semester, too. Instead of thinking, "I've got to do better," I'm thinking, "I just can't do worse!"
I was explaining to a [civilian] friend about grade conversations with schoolmates: you never ask someone, "What'd you get?" You ask, "How'd you do?" Like it's a faux pas to ask what grade they got directly. You have to feel it out first, give them the option of saying, "Eh, I did alright."
He responded, "Oh, I get it. It's like prison. You never ask, 'What're you in for?'"
3 comments:
I was under the impression that that's the FIRST thing you ask in prison. Don't you want to know which ones to stay away from, the more shiv-prone?
Gentility, beeing polite, consist in that; you can´t tell everything you think to everybody, and you can´t ask to everybody all you want to know.
The eloquence in the above comment is a tough act to follow, but I'll try...
Congrats on the grades.
Do you often wear a leather jacket around school?
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