The law school paid for 4 or so giant sheet cakes and placed them in the commons area just before noon. By the time I got to the commons just after 12pm, the line of sugar addicted cake fiends stretched for what seemed like miles.
If you want a law student to do anything, tell them you'll give them a piece of frosted cake in return. If they had cake in law school classes, no one would ever skip. If law students got a piece of cake in exchange for each hour of pro bono service, the world would be a better place.
Cake used to be reserved for special occasions, like birthdays, weddings, and retirement parties. These days, cake has been dumbed down, tossed onto folding tables for everyday pedestrian occasions like the 30th anniversary of a legal research and writing program. The cake is probably from the Costco bakery, mass produced, slathered with unmanageable amounts of frosting and sprinkles and not so cute messages written in electric pink icing.
Okay, I was tempted to have a piece. I love sprinkles, especially jimmies. What are jimmies? Chocolate sprinkles on the West Coast are jimmies on the East Coast. I held firm, however, refusing to eat a piece of cake in celebration of some 30th anniversary that means nothing to me.
I'm going to see if there's any cake left. Probably not. Law students are cake junkies, and they'll celebrate anything or pretend to celebrate anything for their next frosting hit. I can pretend I care as long as I get a piece of cake, with a ridiculous amount of jimmies on top.
Power to the people.
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