Working Question Hero

It was not my intent rile up the masses in Contracts, to become a shero to the downtrodden by the professor's inquisitory ways.

No, indeed, it was a small victory I sought. One behind the scenes, without public identification or knowledge. I wanted people to question without giving me credit for this insurrection. Of course, Contracts Prof, also Law School Dean, has above-average intelligence - and what works with high school principals will not work with him. He has already called questioning "A Page from the {My Last Name} Book" about three times. When a student asked a hypothetical he said I had more than enough facts and she should just ask me for whatever she lacks and I could make myriad new questions out of it.

And now, The Boy Who Is Considered A Joke by all professors (and most if not all students - the mostly-deaf student had a stenographer one day and he told her not to write down anything TBWISCJ says, and he made that well-known ASL sign for "crazy") approached me, trying to harangue me into joining a study group of his making. I smiled and walked on, then shouted across the courtyard to The German to make TBWICAJ think perhaps my English isn't so great.

And even that, it was a question. And the Dean walked out, and I scurried away - though he is less bombastic without an audience.

I think though, that if the professors did not insist upon calling me by "Mr." or "Ms." {Last Name Here}, then perhaps I would not be quite so rebellious. But by this name, I'm accustomed to being the bombastic inquisitor. So now all these students are approaching me, asking what my first name is, and I want to just say "Ms." Though, of the past three females I've met, their names are Claire, Sylvia, and Amelia - probably three of my very favorite names. Certainly better than Ms.