When I first entered law school, I had this funny idea. I thought there would be a lot of other moms there. I imagined us having study groups over coffee while our kids played in the next room. Funny me. There was only one other mother that I found in my entire class, and her daughter was much older. In fact, if there is one distinguishing characteristic of my law school days it’s that I am usually the oldest person in the room besides the professor.
There is one exception. There is another woman who I have seen walking the corridors, not in my section. She looks older than me. When I first saw her, I smiled at her because we had this non-traditional thing in common. She would never smile back, and would look away. I didn’t think about her much after this. She’s like this with everybody. I never see her talking to anyone.
Well, our relationship has changed. We have seating charts in our school. On the first day, the professor passed a chart around and we put our names on the seat. I really liked my seat. It was right next to a girl I knew from other classes. Plus, it was in the back and on the end so I can get in and out easily. So on the first day of class, I signed my name to my seat.
Then I was out for a week because my daughter was born. I guess the other woman decided to claim adverse possession because when I came back, she had moved into my seat. Now I have to fight to get to school early because if I don’t, she will sit there.
I have two kids. How often do you think I get to class early?
Of course, I could just point out to her that she has taken my assigned seat. But that would make me look petty. So instead, I sit behind her, and I drill holes in the back of her head with my eyes.