The return of a classic column
I walk into the Atrium only to see couples cuddling on the sofas and being happy in full daylight. The audacity! Not only does this distract me from my single-minded focus on the equitable principles of trusts, but it also draws attention to my pathetic social life and the fact that the only cuddles I’m likely to get are from bedbugs. TORT or NO TORT?
The lines for the women’s bathrooms reach a fever pitch during lunchtime, when I am forced to wait up to 10 minutes for an empty stall. This is a clearly foreseeable harm, as there is a grand total of six (6) stalls in the basement bathroom for a school of 640 students, 58% of which are women. TORT or NO TORT?
By not being an American law school, U of T is affecting my odds of landing a New York job. I am hopelessly out-OCI’ed by students who attend the real Harvard rather than the ‘Harvard of the North.’ I also don’t know anything about Delaware and refuse to learn. TORT or NO TORT?
While taking the TTC to school, I saw a prof in the same subway car as me. Although I pretended not to see them and staunchly avoided all contact, I had to walk behind them all the way from Museum station to Flavelle. Plus, I now have to live with the knowledge that they exist as a real person outside of the law school, not just a talking head who exists only within the boundaries of 2pm-4pm on Mondays and Wednesdays. TORT or NO TORT?
3L exists. TORT or NO TORT?
Last Tuesday, I had an 8:30am class followed by a 10:30am class, which was then followed by a lunchtime club meeting, all of which took place in basement classrooms. As a result, I did not see a window for six of the eight hours during which the sun is out, and I am likely developing a case of seasonal affective disorder (SAD!) that even the library sun lamps cannot cure. TORT or NO TORT?
At the beginning of the year, we returned to campus only to find that the vending machines were moved from the first floor to the basement. Although I initially dismissed this as a quirky summer change, I have now calculated that this relocation has forced me to go up and down an extra set of stairs approximately 48 times to get my daily meal of Diet Coke and gummy worms. TORT or NO TORT?
