Columbia Law postpones finals over Eric Garner ‘trauma’
They’re a long way from being hard-nosed litigators.Right. So, naturally, the way to cope is to postpone your critical law school tests because... Um... Yeah, I don't get it. I mean, if one of the people involved was a family member I could understand it, but aside from that, you ain't facin' trauma, buttercup. I got hit by a car halfway through grad school and still finished on time. That was trauma, literally.
A group of Columbia University law students demanded the school postpone their finals because of their “trauma” over the Eric Garner and Michael Brown grand jury decisions.
And the bleeding-heart higher-ups bought it.
In an email to the entire school, Interim Dean Robert Scott said the decisions “have shaken the faith of some in the integrity of the grand-jury system and in the law more generally.”
I'm not surprised that the students would pull something like this. Heck, given the climate today, I'd be a little disappointed in them if they hadn't. But for Columbia to postpone finals? I have to tell you, if I were a Columbia grad, this is the kind of thing I would bring up the next time they called looking for money.
That's a hint, folks...
I really do wonder what's going to happen when these precious snowflakes get out in the real world. What happens when they take a job as an assistant DA and something bad happens - you know, like their favorite TV show gets canceled. Are they going to expect paid days off from work? Almost assuredly. My sister works for a law firm in Boston, and puts in something like 180 hours a week (may be a slight exaggeration, but not much). She's going to face competition from these sniveling little weiners? I think she went out drinking when she heard this news... (Note: she really didn't, because she has a JOB and effing commitments that go with it...)
At some point, the real world is going to rise up and smack these self-absorbed idiots (it's all about meeeeee and my pwecious feewings!) right on the backside. They're going to encounter a boss, or a neighbor, or a potential suitor who doesn't think the sun rises and sets in the crack of their asses, and it's going to shake their worldview mightily.
I just hope I'm there to point and laugh.
That is all.