Hell has started

Save our souls. Law classes have started.
I was looking forward to study law again. Well, some small clouds might have been wandering through the sky. This because I’d noticed that some people, after I mentioned that I was here to study law, got a different look at their faces. As if they did not expect it, as if I lost something and wasn’t anymore a person on the same level, as if I had a big monster in my head, as if I was running to my grave…
Then they recovered their breath and answered:
– Well, you have to read a lot.
Yeah maybe, but that is nothing new. I am use to be with friends who aren’t studying law and who don’t need to study quite as much as I have to.

Then the classes started. First, to give you something to compare to, I’ll tell you about the opening lectures in some of the other faculties.

In one of this classes the teacher and the students told their name and where they came from. In the introduction for the Icelandic for beginners they went trough the Icelandic alphabet (it should be said that the students I know in this class have already taken more advanced classes in Icelandic). And yeah… maybe I should mention something about the first lectures in the culture class named “folklores, mountain women and liquor”…

Nae.. I guess it is time to tell you something about the lovely law classes. Some of our university lecturers are really great lawyers. Like the one who has been working with… kind of everywhere in Europe. For example, he was working as a lawyer for one of the general advocate in Brussels. This instructor of mine is a masterpiece. Almost every case he brings to the classroom is about the free movement of liquor. And he gives about 200 pages to read to every day. He is teaching one of my five classes and I am happy that not all teachers give us this much (otherwise it would be 5000 pages a week). Sometimes, when this experienced lawyer realize that the people in his classroom aren’t in reality on his level and that it has been time fore a break for a while, he look at us and ask:
– How much do you need? Three minutes? Five? Not as much as seven?
One day, I think it was on a Wednesday afternoon, when he had been teaching for three ours he looked up and said:
– Yeah, yeah… I can see that you are tired. And that you would need more then ten minutes to recover. But… that won’t happen. You get ten minutes, and that’s it!

I know some of you actually thought my university was a shack. Well, at least it has a statue in front of the main building.