The humid, tense air filled the courtroom. I didn't know weither i was sweating from sweat or the heat. I saw many people getting ready for the upcoming trial, some socialization and some reading over notes. As more and more people walked in, the room's atmosphere kept getting stale. I started to feel sick to my stomache from the nerves of talking in front of so many people. I saw some people staring and whispering at my right arm and left leg cast. as the nerves and anxiety started to change my mind about testifing, an new arrival caught my attention. The wooden doors opened and the General walked. Once I saw him, my anxiety faded away as i was reminded of the innocent lost lives in the atroucious masscre. The monster in man's clothing smugly …show more content…
the judge gave permission, see ing no promble with it. I felt anxiety trrying to bubble up in my mind but the adrenine was still rushing through me. The anttrony stood and walked over to me. I felt like an alien under his scruntiny, his eyes looking for any odd things in my apprence. "How do you know if the crowd was completely peaceful? Some may have been hiding weapons," The attrony said like i was the dumbest person on the eearth. "Sir, no one held any weapons other than the ceremonial daggers," My answer was calm. I did not hold any grudge against the antrony but I could already tell that this man was going to get on my nerves. Being a woman in a world dominated by men was hard, espeically being in court. At least I was native eenglish woman only going to India for writing inspiration. "Are you sure?" Then the antrony smirked,"Are you sure about anything that you described? I'm sure you were frightened so you may have exagterated the event. As you are a woman, there's mo way we can possibly believe you did not exgaterated." The man's arrogance greatly infuriated me but i kept a calm face, lest i be kicked out of the room for acting innopropatly. I smiled kindly, which obiously bewildered the antrony, and shook my
“So…” His harsh voice started, sizing me up thoroughly. “You’re the institution’s golden boy eh, some mid-twenty something greenhorn coming in and telling us how to do our jobs without a single day of patrol under his belt!” “Twenty-two actually sir.” I replied blankly.
THE PAST :.. In days gone by, the four species managed to live in perfect harmony. Witches, werewolves and vampires lived in secret, blending in with the humans on a daily basis - and the humans remained completely in the dark about their existence. It was after thousands of years of living this way, whilst everything was completely normal, that a small group of vampires decided that they’d had enough. They spent months devising plans.
To begin with, as I entered the court room I observed seven long rows of benches, a table at the front with chairs, the judge’s bench and two televisions beside it and a substantial table in front of the judge with microphones. Also, I detected matters which I wasn’t aware of, such as a sheriff being there, sitting at a table with a computer and telephone, and beside the sheriff a small room that was transparent containing a mic instead. After the judge’s arrival, the hearings began, the lawyer for the first case was not present therefore, the Crown inquired the sheriff regarding what to do. At this moment I was surprised as I wasn’t familiar with the Crown discussing issues with the sheriff. The sheriff affirmed that the subsequent case be called up, however at that moment the lawyer had made an entrance and the judge allowed the lawyer to commence the hearing. This startled me as well since I anticipated lawyers being late as unacceptable. As it was my first time visiting the court, I began to realize that the court proceedings were dissimilar to what I had assumed it to be.
I didn’t know what happened, but worse, I didn’t know what was happening. The sounds of footsteps neared my body, but I was too hurt to react.
I'm elbow-deep in the Ford Pinto of grandfather clocks when my phone buzzes from the back pocket of my jeans. I wince with irritation, because if I let go of this wire now, I'm going to have to start all over. Leave it to my father to buy a Schwegler clock during a six month fad that's now into its second century of pissing me off. Fucking thing keeps time like a lamp. I pull the phone out of my pocket with my free hand.
From the moment we walked in, I felt fairly excited and I noticed a big sense of tension in the room through the visitors and in the witnesses. This was my actually my first time inside of a public courtroom so it was something very new to me. For such a large and highly reported trial, I expected the courtroom to be bigger or to at least contain more seating area for spectators. When we arrived, Ybarra’s mother was just taking the stand to testify and be questioned by one of the prosecutors. The state was questioning and focusing a lot on how he felt and acted leading up to the day of the shooting and on the day of the shooting.
The Story begins on a beach with three young children playing. Violet, 14, inventor; Klaus, 12, amateur researcher; and Sunny, baby, professional biter who has not totally developed speech. When they arrive to the beach it is a cloudy foggy overcast day. Violet is spending her time here skipping rocks, Klaus is studying tide pools and Sunny is just enjoying her time being at the beach with her older siblings. Even though it is not the greatest day in the world, the children are enjoying their time spent here at their favorite place. No other people are here on beach and this gives the children a place to be alone with their imagination. While playing a gentleman is approaching, but with the fog it scares the children because they cannot see who walks beneath the fog. As the figure gets closer they start to figure out who it is. The strange figure that lurked in the fog is Mr. Poe a friend of the family. Mr. Poe comes over to the children playing and explains to the children that their parents have perished in a fire that destroyed their home. Mr. Poe explains to the children that they will have to live with his family temporarily until he can figure out a plan as to where they will go.
As I walked in and I went through the same metal detector. Same guard and lackadaisical nature. Same elevator and third floor. I quickly used the restroom and waited in anticipation for the doors to open to the courtroom. I was finally ready to use the notebook I had brought every time to get down the best notes possible for the assignment given so long ago. As the doors were opened the same jurors walked in and I recognized the judge and deputy assigned to this case from before. This time, I walked in after the jurors and sat in the very back right corner of the room. The room looked exactly the same as before but I did notice there was one other person in the room. I assumed it must be the prosecutor for the case. As I waited for everything
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
In each court it was different. For example: Court 1: The atmosphere of the court room was intense and stressful. One of the first things you notice is how quiet and cold the room was. Although, it was intimidating due to how formal and professional everyone was. Court 2: The atmosphere was a little altered then court 1; Although, it was still a cold and quiet room.
In my latest visit to Bristol Crown Court I sat in the pubic gallery and watched a trial unfold, whilst sat in this surreal environment surrounded by the layers of the courtroom, I was a witness to the power dynamics of a courtroom and how language was used in a way to control this. Review of literature In day-to-day life we make judgement calls on what we believe is normal. Schemata are pre-conceived ideas that we have, they let us make sense and understand situations. When in the courtroom jurors may reach their verdict differently, some maybe swayed by the arguments proposed by the lawyers, others maybe swayed by other jurors and some will rely on the evidence provided.
When entering the building it had more of a feel of the standard court room you see in the movies. The floor was made of marble and the sensation of authority, law and conformity set in. I walked into the court room, went down to the 3rd row bench and found myself a seat. The court room was decorated beautifully with the finest wood. The floor within the court room was wood as well, except for the area where the lawyers, plaintiffs and defendant sat. There were two wood tables on each side, with a microphone attached to the table. The bailiff was standing on the left side of the judge’s bench. There was also a stenographer on the computer in a small wooden desk, also located on the left side of...
I sat outside the courtroom and observed the lawyers as they talked to their clients. I was very surprised to see them talking in the open where anyone is able to hear or see what they are doing. I expected it to be more of a quiet and private place. A police officer guarding an unlocked courtroom was kind enough to answer some of my questions about where to go and what to do and about what was going on. I began to feel more at ease and a little less out of place.
I look out the window and see massive buildings, millions of colorful lights lights and above it all a dark night sky. It’s almost eight, and I rub my eyes in an effort to wipe away exhaustion from the long day. I struggle to get up and slowly walk over to the huge window. I look down and see hundreds of tiny cars whoosh in all directions, I think I see people, but it’s too hard to tell. I sip on my cappuccino while thinking about today’s case. I admire my speech and the carefully thought out questions for the main witness. I remember when I first started my practice: a shabby small office on a side-street, working for a snobbish little man who always annoyingly patted his head to make sure his toupee was still there. I was so inexperienced and scared.
Taking a creative writing class was a good way for me to express my thoughts and feelings onto paper, as well as read my other classmates stories. Reading stories created by other people lead me into their mind brain to experience what type of writer they were, it was an overall exquisite class. I believe that every person has a way of expressing who they are through writing stories of their own, fiction is the best way to express your creative imagination. This class that I took for two years helped me become a better writer and helped me understand the types of writers we have.