Labor Law and Grenade Launching
I learned what a gunner is today… although he was more of a grenade launcher. I answered the first question Prof. O’Gorman asked, and that was it. I think other people spoke up in there, but I am not sure. Why? Because some guy who was “a union leader for 25 years” kept freaking talking. 30 minutes into class people were already rolling their eyes whenever the professor called on him. (Professor Randazza, I’m all for the First Amendment, but Jesus, some people need to stop flexing.)
And other people had their hands up, but they didn’t get called on. I know what was going on. Rookie mistake. You look at the hand which you know will be raised rather than risk 5 seconds of silence. This is a teaching error easily corrected. I used to do it. Then I realized what was happening and made a point of calling on each student every day. I once waited 45 minutes for an answer! But I digress, much like my friend, Commando… who goes it alone.
There is no rhyme or reason to grenades. You pull the pin and chuck it hoping the damn thing doesn’t explode in your hand.
This guy is a grenade launcher because he says stuff which takes a while to sink in (for me anyway) and creates random areas of destruction which can only be sorted out after the smoke clears. The professor uses the “I’m-going-to-take-a-sip-of-coffee,-yet-maintain-eye-contact-with-you” look even though: 1) the cup has been empty since 10 am, and 2) you lost me at “union.” Don’t worry, Professor, he lost all of us at union.
What did I learn? I don’t know.
Anywho, Wagner Act (big fan) and don’t get me started on Taft-Hartley. I love law school; what a study in self-awareness (and self-unawareness)! I wonder if the reason my parents no longer call is due to me being their own personal version of the grenade launcher?
