The Queen Doth Speaketh
So a couple of weeks ago, the four of us were at a law school party held by one of our buddies at his house across town. The crowd grew quickly and consisted of a pretty diverse group of 1L’s, 2L’s and 3L’s. The four of us were standing around nursing our foamy beers next to the keg when the aforementioned 2L “Queen of the Law School” ventures over in our direction from the “upperclassmen” beer-pong table holding an empty pitcher. She is dressed in her normal whorish garb (previously discussed by John) and has a very condescending tone in her voice when she barks: “Fill this up and bring it back to the beer-pong table”
This was not a polite request to four people that she had never met before, this was a rude demand to four 1L’s whom she felt to be her subordinate. We of course laughed at this “request” only to fill up the pitcher to then fill our own beers. We left it lying on one of the lawn chairs filled with only foam and our resent. Fifteen minutes or so later, the Queen charged in our direction demanding to know what had happened to the pitcher and why her demand had gone unfulfilled. We just smiled and pointed to the empty pitcher on the lawn chair. By her reaction, this is the first time in her life that her demands had gone unmet. She stormed off handing the pitcher to one of her minions, who immediately obliged.
We stood around contemplating the motives behind her actions for the rest of the night coming up with two distinct possibilities:
(1) She felt that she could tell us what to do because we were lowly 1L’s. She (being a 2L) is superior to us because of her successful (I assume successful) completion of her first year of law school, which gives her the authority to be a complete bitch.
(2) She felt that she could tell us what to do because she thought we were pathetic enough to succumb to her slutty disposition. Despite her admitted nice body, all attractiveness is gone when you hear this girl talk.
One positive comes from this experience… I learned that once you’ve completed your first year of law school, you are a badass and can boss around anyone who hasn’t. I’m currently counting down the days until I can be a complete asshole.
This was not a polite request to four people that she had never met before, this was a rude demand to four 1L’s whom she felt to be her subordinate. We of course laughed at this “request” only to fill up the pitcher to then fill our own beers. We left it lying on one of the lawn chairs filled with only foam and our resent. Fifteen minutes or so later, the Queen charged in our direction demanding to know what had happened to the pitcher and why her demand had gone unfulfilled. We just smiled and pointed to the empty pitcher on the lawn chair. By her reaction, this is the first time in her life that her demands had gone unmet. She stormed off handing the pitcher to one of her minions, who immediately obliged.
We stood around contemplating the motives behind her actions for the rest of the night coming up with two distinct possibilities:
(1) She felt that she could tell us what to do because we were lowly 1L’s. She (being a 2L) is superior to us because of her successful (I assume successful) completion of her first year of law school, which gives her the authority to be a complete bitch.
(2) She felt that she could tell us what to do because she thought we were pathetic enough to succumb to her slutty disposition. Despite her admitted nice body, all attractiveness is gone when you hear this girl talk.
One positive comes from this experience… I learned that once you’ve completed your first year of law school, you are a badass and can boss around anyone who hasn’t. I’m currently counting down the days until I can be a complete asshole.
posted by Pat at 9:22 PM
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