Technically, it's not really good ol' exam time. But for me-- it basically already is. At this point I have already had:
- Group project due (equivelent of an exam)
-22 page research paper due
and then today I had my mock trial. Basically I am about halfway through what I personally have to do to get out of this semester alive. Thus, as far as I am concerned-- this is exam time baby.
So- here's the round up on the mock trial for my army of fans out there:
I woke up this morning in a panic at 8:00 and sat outside the barber shop for 45 minutes drinking coffee so I could cut off my hippy locks. Got establishment style haircut, returned home and slapped on suit, tied perfect windsor knot, hopped in car, called Wendy for good luck wishes, listened to "Jesus Walks," arrived at law school. Awaited trial.
Basically it went like this- I got up and gave an opening which lasted about 15 minutes or so which I can sum up for you like this:
Arthur Morris= Not Guilty
Bad Police Work
NO FREAKIN EVIDENCE
NOT GUILTY GODDAMNIT
I even had a nifty powerpoint presentation. Obviously the jury was blinded by my amazing use of technology. I really can't sum the whole thing up for you because frankly I could hardly even tell you what was going on while I was doing it. It was as if my instinct took over in a whirlwind of "Objections!" and pleas that Arthur Morris didn't do it.
The judge was a major in the Marine Jag corp who winked at me and slapped one of the prosecution guys on the back so hard on the way out he said he could still feel it. All and all it was one of those rare challenging but also fun moments in law school. As I left I felt a stange sensation of being completely exhausted but a little bit higher on adreniline than at the average exam.
The funniest parts of the whole experience for me were standing up to object when I wasn't even sure why I was objecting. There was a certain point where my classmate Mike was trying to introduce some evidence and I kept objecting figuring I would just keep doing so until I was overruled. It was amusing to me because I left class a few people laughed and told me I was "mean," which I suppose is worth noting because I guess people were not expecting that.
At this point, fair readers, I am about half way out as I mentioned. Two take home exams and a "title search" project left. It's crazy because I feel like this semester just started. At the same time, I feel this has probably been one the most busy, most challenging, most stressful semesters so far-- ironically all in the name of getting the hell out of law school.