Hey guys. I’ve been really busy with grad school since I last posted, but with the school year over I finally have time to type up some of my stories again. This is kind of a “one-off” and I’ll get back to writing about my cabin adventures (so far here and here) after this.
This is something that happened when I did Mock Trial competitions as an undergraduate. At my school, mock trial was something only a few people did, but those who were in it took it incredibly seriously and spent almost all of their time on it. The idea of Mock Trial is that you and your team, representing either the prosecution/plaintiff or the defendant, are given a case to argue in front of someone pretending to be a judge, who then decides for which party based on whoever’s skill in the courtroom was greater. I was actually really good at Mock Trial, which is how I ended up as the second lead attorney on a team, right behind my boyfriend at the time, who was a senior, as a sophomore. Unfortunately, as I’m sure almost anyone could have seen coming, we’d broken up partway through the year, and were forced to work together for the rest of the year despite having no small amount of acrimony towards each other.