"How was class?" "Not bad. I won ten bucks!"

Friday night I was trading one-dollar bets back and forth with this guy Casey over ongoing games of beerpong (Mostly it was whether the crappy team was going to hit two cups or not before Cullen, beerpong master, cut them down to size and finished them off). We got all fired up about betting and decided to put some money down on how many times our Contracts professor, Rasmussen, would say certain words. Initially we wanted to bet on how many times he'd say the word "Gosh" but it was too hard to set the line because the number's so high. I think we decided the line would have to be in the 16.5 to 20.5 range. Instead, we bet on how many times he would say the word "Azuri," because he uses hypotheticals to demonstrate different principles, and they always involve him buying an Azuri jersey (Italian national soccer team) from the Brown Sporting Goods Store (Brown is his wife and is also a professor here). We set the line at 4.5, and I took the under for five bucks.

It wasn't even close. Rasmussen started the class off by talking about something from the news about Starbucks e-mailing their employees and giving them a free iced drink and telling them to share it with their friends and family. Apparently, and I haven't paid any attention to the news at all the last couple months, it got e-mailed around the world, everybody and their mother was using them, and Starbucks decided to stop honoring them. Of course someone filed a class action lawsuit. More importantly, Rasmussen didn't get into his tried and true hypos. In fact, he didn't say Azuri even once, so I won five bucks. Casey went double or nothing with me for Thursday's class, which was dumb on his part because I would've been willing to move the over/under number down to 3.5 but he offered it at 4.5 again. Once again, Rasmussen went the whole 85 minutes without saying Azuri even once, so I was up ten bucks on Casey for the week (beerpong bets aside).

Casey decided, to his detriment, that he had no more money to lose to me. It was to his detriment because the next thing we would have bet on was how many astronauts have graduated from the University of Tennessee. He said it was 11 or 14, I offered to bet that it was under 10.5, he declined and we decided to do a gentleman's bet, and after some intensive internet research he got proof that the right number was in fact 11. Then on Friday I offered to bet him on the Azuri thing again and he declined... so of course, Rasmussen said it 7 times in the first 15 minutes of class. It was pretty funny because every time he said it the people sitting around the area where Casey and I sat would shoot each other knowing glances and stupid smirks.

Side note: In Friday's class we started a new subject and Professor Rasmussen said it would be the most confusing class of the semester. And even though Contracts is the class I'm having the most trouble with, I was a fucking superstar. I made a comparison between the Willistonian view of the parol evidence rule and the way today's courts view statutes, as opposed to the Corbinesque view of the parol evidence rule and the way the Seavey v. Drake and Hatley v. Stafford courts viewed statutes. Needless to say, Rasmussen had never considered that. It was extremely validating and an awesome way to end the week, because that was the last class before the weekend. Go me.