Washington Law Review


Professor Robert S. Hunt's first-year real property class appeared intimidating enough, at first. Indeed, it had everything necessary to make first-year students cringe: an imposing subject matter (Real property—a concept which promised unfathomable, surrealistic follow-up courses in the second and third years); eight credit hours ("I'll never get a job after this"); a seating chart (with students' pictures on it, yet!); and a professor with—in order—a vest ("this guy dresses like Trautman"), a booming voice (the imitations were yet to come), a belief in the Socratic method ("Oh gawd, look at that seating hart"); and more letters after his name (A.B., A.M., LL.B., S.J.D.) than any normal guy would care to acquire. Things just didn't look too promising.

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