If it makes you feel better, one of the (more ancillary) reasons I dropped out of law school is cuz I was tired of the BWW Chads and various other hungover country club types and their daily refrain of asking nothing more in class than, “ok whatever blah blah blah, will you just tell us what to memorize for the exam so we can get a good grade and score some high-paying job so we can continue to afford that country club membership once our dad stops paying?”
Also of note:
My nickname in law school was The Attractive Nuisance.