i am in a war with a 1L. to paraphrase general patton, the object here is to make the bastard lose, and i.will.win.
you see, there are carrels all throughout the library. all 1L and 2L year, i used the same one. tomtom and i have carrels right next to each other (the office) and study, whisper, and harass each other frequently. this semester, i’m interning in the city two days a week and tomtom is also gone two days a week for his internship, so the office is a hollow remnant of what it used to be.
apparently in my absence, a 1L has made my carrel home. this shouldn’t be a problem, but he’s an uppity, entitled little shit. a few weeks ago, he waltzed in, saw i was in his spot, and asked me to move. i politely declined his offer. yesterday, he was furious to discover i was, yet again, in his spot. so he yelled at me. a snippet:
1L: um, that’s my seat.
me: really? that’s funny, i didn’t think there were assigned seats in the lib.
1L: i’ve been sitting there all year. can you find somewhere else?
me: i’ve been sitting here for 2 years, but that doesn’t matter. this is law school, not primary school. there are no dibs. the library opens at 7:30 and operates on a first-come, first-served basis.
1L: but i’ve become attached to that seat!
me: neat. [plus the requisite eye-roll]
me: no. go away.
now i want to be vindictive and come in more mornings, just to take the spot. not that i particularly need it, just that i don’t want him to have it. i realize this is akin to me stomping my feet and whining like a 5 year old, but this could be a fun little game.
also? reason #9536 why everyone despises law students.