It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Posted by Jeff Lipshaw
We’re heading into our last couple days of classes, and I saw a colleague (who will remain nameless) bouncing his way down the hallway with a disgustingly cheerful air, and what we used to refer to as a “%^&( eating grin.” I asked him why he was so happy, and he said “it’s my favorite time of the year.” Immediately, a little Andy Williams in a devil costume popped up on my shoulder, singing the following:
The 3Ls are cramming
And take-home examming, with 1Ls in fear.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year
It’s the hap-happiest season of all
With the summer approaching and no class encroaching
At least until fall,
It’s the hap- happiest season of all
There’ll be stipends for writing
With no deans to be fighting,
And grading will all have been done.
There’ll be times of clairvoyance;
We’re free from annoyance when
Faculty meetings are none.
It’s the most wonderful time to stay here
There’ll be much profound thinking
On essays we’re inking
When students steer clear
It’s the most wonderful time of the year
There’ll be federal granting
And no colleagues ranting
In committees to which we belong
We’ll be teaching in Florence
And free from abhorrence
Of everything we know is wrong.
It’s the most wonderful job you can get.
While the law firms are bleeding
And markets receding
The one thing we never forget
It’s the most wonderful job
It’s the most wonderful job
It’s the most wonderful job you can get.