My Day In Court Pt. 1 Friday, September 24, 2004
I did not proof read this, so if it’s messed up... I warned ya.
I went to court today. Actually, that statement is true, but a bit misleading. What it should have said was, “I went inside the courthouse today, and I sat down next to the elevators while my lawyer ran around the courthouse.
As I sat watching moths repeatedly beat themselves against the lights, my lawyer spoke with my prosecutor. Once in a while, he would come back, check on me, and say, “Ok I am just going to go get a file” or “I am just going to go do this or that.”
I watched all the other people waiting to go see the judge. There were 3 people. One of them was an older white male probably around the age of 50. He had brought himself a cushion for the wooden bench. I assumed he had done all this before. There was also a tall black male there who spoke loudly so that everyone could hear him. He kept repeating his story about how he had never had a traffic ticket in his life and that he went through a yellow light and how bogus the whole thing was. He kept trying to get us all to agree with him, but we all had other things to worry about. I never figured out what the other girl had done wrong. She was sitting there waiting complaining the whole time about how she knew her meter was going to run out of time so she knew she was going to get a parking ticket. Then she claimed if she did get a ticket she wasn’t going to pay it, “Cuz it aint my fault dat I aint gettin’ in to see da judge yet.” We all talked her into going to slap another “fiddy cent in da meter.” It was unfortunate that they called her name while she was downstairs paying.
Eventually, I was the only one left. I sat silently all alone in the middle of the district court building watching people in handcuffs walk by. I tried repeatedly to make eye contact with them, but they always seemed to stay looking down. Finally my lawyer came back and asked, “Are ya ready?”
pt 2
I did not proof read this, so if it’s messed up... I warned ya.
We walked towards the elevator. However, he told me to turn left before we actually got to them. As soon as we started down the stairs I couldn’t help but ask if he was afraid of elevators. He just nervously laughed and claimed he didn’t want to wait for them.
We rushed to the 5th floor, and then rushed down the hall. We rushed around the corner, and then down another hall. We were all but running until we reached two wooden doors where we... er... he abruptly stopped. I more or less stopped like a flat rock skipping on calm water. ”Phone check!” he called out.
“Mines off.”
“Good, mine too. Here we go!”
I would like to say that we entered the courtroom just like the defendants on Judge Judy. However, we did not in anyway push both doors wide open as we rushed through with cocky attitudes. There was no music in the background. However, if there would have been, I am sure it would have been the theme from “Rocky.” Instead, we sheepishly walked in and he told me to sit while the judge motioned him up. My judge looked just like the judge on “Judging Amy.” Coincidently, her name was Amy. As my lawyer, “lawyered,” and Amy “judged”, I sat quietly looking around the courtroom. I imagined myself in the stand being interrogated harshly all the while I cried. While sobbing I would stand up and yell, “It wasn’t like that!” all the while the jury watches me get verbally attacked. Of course, just as my daydream gets overly emotional and I am about to get off scott-free, my lawyer wakes me from it and says, “Ok, lets go!”
And so it was that easy. The drunk driving was dismissed, which I would like to personally thank Lastinline for giving me the idea to fight it. I ended up with just careless driving. Which is a HUGE difference.
However, I have to admit. While sitting in the probation room so that I could get my paperwork so that I could get my license back, I felt strangely aroused by the idea that I looked like a criminal. I felt as though I was sitting there waiting for my probation officer. Everyone thought I was, so I for once felt like a “bad girl.” I haven’t got to be a bad girl one day in my life so today was the day. Sitting next to all the “bad boys” I felt reckless and spontaneous. I felt for one moment in life that there could have been other people out there afraid of me or intimidated by me. The best part of it was that I am not a criminal... I just looked like it at the time.
Anyway, that’s my story.
Her
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Sounds like my day in court.. minus the rocky theme.. lol [Soldebane]
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