Why it’s so hard to be a Cubs fan:

My first couple of days has been a little more taxing than his’ it would seem. I have a few professors who seem to enjoy the Kensington persona a bit too much.

First instance: Property.

I have a feeling that properties will be the bane of my existence this semester (Along with intro to lawyering…don’t get me started on that). I have no idea where our professor is going with anything and I have the sinking feeling that he is actually teaching the class via an inner monologue that we don’t have access to. He loves to humiliate his students, but he does so in a “jovial” way. You know the kind that would say “you’re fat and ugly” but not to get upset because they were “just kidding”.

Well I made the mistake of wearing a sweatshirt on Tuesday. You wouldn’t think, since the temperatures in our law school hovers near artic, that this would call any undue attention to me. I was wrong. Before I had even finished opening my notes the professor says “Oh, I’m going to have to pick on the Cubs Fan” (I’m wearing my Wrigley Field Sweatshirt). My heart sank.

He then proceeded to ask me the question that he left us with during the previous class. I know he didn’t pose any question at the end of the last class, perhaps the little voices in his head can answer them better than I.

“Why don’t you have a Yankee’s shirt on.”

“Well, because I don’t have one.”

“What did you major in?”

“Political Science.”

“Well, that’s not very practical”.

“No sir, that’s why I’m here.”

“What do you do for fun?”

“Well, nothing now.”

“Do you listen to music?”

“Sometimes, but not often”

“Who do you listen to?”

“No one in particular, just whatever is on”

“Name an ‘artist”’.

I have no idea how long he is going to keep after me. What could I possibly say that will end this line of questioning? And then it dawned on me: “K-Fed”

After that, the professor moved on to a Yankee’s fan.