My whole life I've heard the saying, "one bad apple spoils the bunch." As much as I attribute colloquialisms like that to my grandmother's era, I always find it kind of amusing when I arbitrarily apply them to my life.
There is one "bad apple" in my class. "Apple" is loud, overly assertive, invasive and altogether intolerable on a day to day basis. I spent most of first semester avoiding Apple's presence altogether.
I figured out sometime around the first few days of studying for exams that Apple also had an ulterior motive. All semester Apple had waxed philosophical on how nice it would be to understand all the materal we were presented with, how everyone must have it easier than Apple because they didn't have to work so hard to learn it, or constantly hammered me for my notes from class because Apple apparently became striken with horribly paralyzing carpal tunnel at the beginning of each class, rendering Apple completely useless of typing a single letter on the page. Yet, Apple had an amazing amalgam of class notes at the end of the semester with beautifully color coordinated tabs of cases and an overwhelmingly intimidating reservoir of case holdings and rule application. But, according to Apple, "failure was inevitable!"
A few nights ago Close School Friend (hereinafter, "CSF") went to dinner with Apple. This was somewhat of a shock to our group, but we all wanted a full report. CSF reported back that Apple was great dinner company, and actually asked specifically why I don't like her because she thinks that I am the nicest person. (Besides the fact that she has me horribly mistaken, I appreciate the sentiment). But, then CSF reported that through Apple's stalwart skills of intimidation she had managed to squeeze everyone's first semester grade's out of them and Apple was overly pleased with Apple's self that Apple had done so well. Except for the fact that the ONLY grades Apple didn't know about were myself and my 3 study groups gals' grades.
Now, I am not a vengeful person. I don't hold grudges or seek out people to retaliate against, but the knowledge that Apple is so concerned about the grades I received first semester made me feel good. I'd gladly post my grades on a billboard on Highway 17 if I knew no one cared. But the fact that it is eating Apple alive to know what I made first semester makes me a handsome deaf mute (if you get this reference, you rock) in her presence.
In other news, I spent the entire day in a confined study room with Apple (not by my choice) and it was surprisingly painless, but I was rendered retarded from the amount of time I spent writing my brief so I could have been in a study room with Hannibal Lector and found it perfectly pleasant.
