Yesterday I went to something called a “foreclosure clinic”, staffed by UW law students and faculty to help people like me who have the wolves at their door. Because only a couple of folks showed up, I had two law students and a professor all to myself.
And was this guy in full blown professor mode. I would ask a question and he would reply with, “What do YOU think the right answer is?” I thought this was pretty funny and mildly annoying at the same time, and after the 3rd or 4th time, I started laughing and said, “You know, this isn’t a classroom, and I’m not one of your students.” The two students LOVED it, they both burst out laughing, I think somewhat impressed that anyone might challenge a even a minor demi-god like one of their teachers.
Later on, after I’d asked several questions and realized in the middle of asking them that they were tangential to the point, I apologized to them and said that these questions popped into my head and I had to get them out before I lost them, and I was sorry some of them led us astray. The professor answered, “No, they’re not. As I try to tell my students, they’re all connected though one or another path.”
I replied, “I think that’s a bit of a stretch.”
“No”, he insisted, “EVERYTHING’S connected in one way or another.”
So I said, “My cat died a couple of years ago. How’s that connected to this?”
And then he started laughing. And then I started laughing. And then the two students decided it was ok to laugh and joined in.
He didn’t answer the question. I like to imagine he was sitting up last night feverishly drafting an answer to the question, to demonstrate with impeccable logic how the death of my cat WAS in fact related to my foreclosure.
But probably not.
And FYI, I learned quite a lot of valuable information and actually enjoyed the whole thing immensely.