Poor Prof. Property

About three quarters of the way through class, I developed a sudden case of Tourette’s and for that I apologize . . . but really, I was only trying to help.

Chicago: So what if I make a contract to go away for 30 years, can I have my mom go look at the Prop. . . .
Me: NO!!!!!!
Prof. Property: Mr. Swanburg?
Me: I take umbrage with Chicago’s line of questioning.
Chicago: Well, it’s relevant because I was talking to my mom on the phone and she was saying how she wanted me to marry a girl from Greece because . . . . .
Me: NO!!!!!!!!!!!
Prof. Property: Let’s move on.

Normally I would have let Chicago roll with it, but he was following a long line of confusion. The class was running an ill, heavily medicated Prof. Property through a Socratic gauntlet and she was struggling to stay afloat. To make matters worse, we had about 20 unexpected guests looking on in painful discomfort.

I took my phone off silent and prayed it would ring. She needed to kick someone out, if for no other reason than to get back on track. Unfortunately, I have no friends, my phone remained silent and class went on in utter disarray.

The class ended as it started:

Mark: “So what if you’re using the land for illegal purposes, can you still gain title through adverse possession?”
Prof. Property: “You mean like growing marijuana?”
Mark: “Yea, you know I was thinking of either that or maybe making some Moonshine.”
Prof. Property: “I don’t know. I mean wouldn’t you probably end up in jail if you were meeting the open and notorious requirement?”
Mark: I don’t know.

A painful reminder that it's not just students that get kicked when they're down.

UPDATE:
Sadly, I wound up in two quotes. One from my section the other from the afternoon.