Last week, I got called on in both of my classes.
The first was my Torts II class. Like the 3L I am, I didn’t do the reading. So it went something like this: “Mr. Calabia, can you help us with the facts of the case?” “Can I pass?” “Sure.” I’m stood true to 3L stereotypes.
The second event was in my Trusts and Wills class. This was right after my friend, who had taken his class last semester, told me that I definitely would not be called on so long as I did not make eye contact with the teacher. Like a good 3L, I didn’t make eye contact. So I was surprised when he called out, “Mr. Calabia.” I had been betrayed. Utterly betrayed. I raised my hand. “How are you today?” “Good, how are you?” “Great. So can you remind us who gets your property after you die?” Luckily I had taken good notes from last class. I was able to get through a long line of twenty-minute questioning about what we learned last class. I thought I was done. But then he stayed with me through further questioning on the interpretation of a three-page statute. Like I said, utterly betrayed.
