Now before you dismiss the lawsuit outright consider what happened across the pond. According to Times Higher Education, a group of students at Rycote College in Oxforshire, England won 14,000 pounds each for their claim that a class in historic vehicle restoration did not give them the requisite skills to equip them for professional careers. 14,ooo pounds! (Actually, I have no idea what a pound is worth). The students claimed that the college broke promises made in its prospectus including failing to deliver work experience. I wonder if it's too late to sue my 10th grade Spanish teacher. When I watch Dora the Explorer, I draw a complete blank.
I think the pro se Trina Thompson might be on to something. After all, she did search for a job for a few months during a historic economic crisis. And with an apparent 2.7 grade point average, you would think firms would be knocking down her door. But, I don't think she should be suing Monroe College. She needs to go back further. Did her highschool prepare her for the SATs? Maybe she could have gotten into a better college. Did her junior highschool prepare her for the rigors of highschool? Did her kindergarten prepare her to read? Assuming she finished high school at 18, why did it take her so many years to finish her BA? Did her mom not push her enough.
Trina Thompson is an inspiration. I myself entered law school with the humble expectation that I would be a Wall Street lawyer with the requisite designer red suspenders, a new BMW, a summer house in the Hamptons and one of those metal ball thingamawhatzits that click back and forth. I have stated this in previous posts. To date, I do not have a BMW. I do not work on Wall Street.
My summer dream house in the Hamptons is currently a plastic pool in the backyard that I share with a 3 year old. It has killed my grass. And rather than having designer red suspenders, my pants are held up by a crummy belt from Sears. (The softer side of Sears of course.) As such, I plan to sue my alma mater law school for the cost of a BMW. I may even add dear old mom as a co-defendant. She could've pushed me more as a kid. I could have been a brain surgeon. Instead of buying me that Operation game I wanted for Christmas, she bought me Hungry Hungry Hippos. As a result, I followed the path of a lawyer. See you in court, mom.