My husband was contacted about being in a fake trial for a law student competition. He wasn’t available. I was. With only 48 hours notice, I found myself preparing for court.
Going into this day was extremely scary, considering my lack of preparation plus the fact that I’ve never done anything like this. The only experience I have with trials and courtrooms is by watching SVU. And while I’m sure Detective Stabler was good at his job, I’m not sure the show gives an accurate depiction of a real court case. I was freaking out a little, but knew it would be a good risk so I forged ahead.
When I got to the courthouse, I sighed with relief to see some people I know from doing Standardized Patient work, knowing that they could give me tips if I got all turned around. I sighed and thought, “Maybe I won’t be a complete spaz.”
I was wrong. Well, not completely wrong. I was playing two parts and when I was working with the prosecution, I did really well. But the defense was a different story. There were all these last-minute things thrown at me and I fumbled most of the information I was expected to know. My hands were shaking, which I’m sure the prosecution saw, and I know I messed up certain parts.
I’m pretty sure they won’t ask me back. I’m not sure I want to go back. I don’t get how people take the stand under normal circumstances. The pressure sucks.
But ever since I saw JFK (the movie, not the 35th President) I’ve had a secret desire play a part in a courtroom drama. I always imagined that I would be playing a lawyer and be on TV or a stage, but I’ll take being on the stand in a simulated trial instead.
And if I’m being honest, it was kind of fun. Maybe I’d do it again, that is, if they even want me back.