Picture this: You're taking Corporations taught by a Socratic Nazi. He's funny but brutal. With nearly 100 students in the class, you reasonably expect to be called on between once and three times during the semester. The professor jumps around the list of names all semester and consistently calls on new people every class, never calling on the same student within a three-week period.
Enter yourself. You have briefed every case thoroughly all semester, diligently typing neat little outlines to bring to class. During the second-to-last class, Socrates calls on you and you shakily but decently rise to the occasion, briefing your case without too much trouble. Whew! "This is great," you think, "I won't even have to brief the cases for the last class since he would *never* call on me two classes in a row."
Last class arrives and you lounge contentedly safe in your chair. Directly after the break, Mr. Nazi introduces the last case of the Semester. Suddenly you hear your name being called. At first you don't understand... "Why would he be saying my na... oh my God! this cannot be happening," you think, mentally returning to the place on the syllabus that indicates you'll lose 1/2 a letter grade if called on and you're unprepared. You turn what must have been a shade of red that would rival a fire-truck and start READING the case from the book. Your hands shake as you turn the page. The Socra-Nazi asks a question in what must be an obsolete tribal language once spoken in the Archipelagos... You barely escape a heart attack as you somehow finish the most humiliating 7 minutes of your life....
Yeah. Happened to yours truly. I suffered for all of you. Feel free to forward all sympathy and be glad you weren't me for the worst 7 minutes ever!
The Worst 7 Minutes in Law School Ever 
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