Legally Strawberry Blonde

What I'm about to write about isn't going to come as much of a shock to anyone, because I know it is a well-established fact that when you enjoy your teacher/professor, the subject matter is generally more enjoyable. But never before law school have I experienced the impact of this truth. I have had something like 60 teachers in my lifetime, and some have stuck out as wonderful, some as horrible, and some as mediocre, but in law school the gap widened and, as the year ends, I'm noticing how much I let it affect my education. I lovelovelove my Contracts professor. He is really smart and incredibly nice, but not so nice that we take advantage of him. Nearly every single one of my classmates comes to class prepared, every day. Constitutional Law, however, is the exact opposite. There is certainly something to be said for law school's practice of instilling fear in us that makes us work hard, but that really only lasted for the first few weeks of the semester in this class. For the past few weeks I have half-assed my way through the readings, knowing that I won't be called on again this semester, and literally dread attending class. I go, but I might as well stay home, because I barely even pay attention to what he has to say. He cuts people off, tells us we are wrong, and humiliates us if he's in the mood. And not surprisingly, this is the final exam that I am most dreading because I just cannot immerse myself in the subject matter. The mere thought of Constitutional Law never used to make my skin crawl, but now I can't help but associate the topic with the fear I have of my professor. Can't wait until this exam is over on May 11th. Except, wait -- I have him for Con Law II next semester. Oh, joy.