The smartest dumb person

Being in Grad school isn't much different from college. Subtle changes include most classes being at night, most of us in the program work or go to an internship during the day and the fact that my classmates and I tend to feel old, what with being on a college campus and all. Much like college we've all chosen a program on which to focus and all of our classes align in some form or another to coincide with said program; Sports Administration being the program in question. Another similarity to college is that there are some classes we have to take that you may not have any interest or knowledge in.

This semester that class is "Legal and Ethical Issues in Sport." It's every Monday night from 7:00 until 9:30pm. On Tuesday and Wednesday I have Sports Marketing and Event Management, two subjects I have great interest in and have some experience with. This means that while I am able to participate and feel intelligent during both those classes, the opposite happens on Mondays. When it comes to legal issues I know the basics; Don't kill anyone, If you drink get a designated driver, and don't do anything in public you'd feel uncomfortable doing in private.
Here's where the issue arises. You know those annoying people in class who try to participate in EVERY discussion, even if they know nothing about the topic? Well I'm totally that person. It's not because I love the sound of my own voice (although clearly I do) and it's not because I'm some teacher's pet. It's because I completely lack the ability to just sit silently for 2 and 1/2 hours. Now here's the rub... Law, apparently, isn't something you can just talk out of your ass about.
Bless our Prof's heart though. He understands that none of us have a background in law and so when he asks a question and we give some asinine answer that's not even close he'll say something like, "well maybe in another judicial system, but this is the actual answer I was looking for." He's honestly a pretty cool dude. Not to mention the fact that he looks so much like Howie Mandel that I half expect a banker to call the class room at any minute, or at the very least hear the "Bobby's World" theme. I'm sure if he was a complete prick and ridiculed us every time we were wrong I'd be less inclined to raise the hand but thankfully it's not the case.

The whole situation really just makes me laugh. How can you feel so intelligent in two classes, and completely moronic in another? I'd probably feel a lot worse about all of this if everyone in the program wasn't in the same situation, not to mention we've got good senses of humor. As my good buddy Weaver put it (complete with Good Will Hunting accent) "On Monday I'm retahded, but on Tuesday and Wednesday my boy is wicked smaht."

Thankfully it's already Tuesday.



"I know that I am intelligent because I know that I know nothing."
-Socrates-