|Each day you feel me devour your soul...
||[29 Mar 2004|10:20am]
Since I've not yet really gone into it, it's time to tak about Youth in Government. Here's hoping that it'll do something, in any case.
On the way up, we nearly all had a seat to ourselves, and I believe that those who didn't chose to sit with someone else, in most cases. All in all, we didn't have an excess of people; I believe fewer went than did last year. Also, probably only half actually did the senate/house work; the rest of us were in electronic press, written press, or MJP. Stopped at Burger King and founded free plasticish bibs with "Future Whopper Eater" on them, so of course Amanda, Heather, and I took some. Amanda smeared ketchup all over hers; 'twas lovely.
First night there... We had an MJP meeting that was terribly pointless. Sat through it getting chided by Danielle for not paying attention. Could we help it? So dull. And the people talking didn't seem to be entirely certain of what,e xactly, they were supposed to be talking about. General assembly afterward was no better; that one, I believe, I almost fell aslep in. I turned instead to making my notebook look special with an Oscar Wilde quote, yay. After that, we spent the rest of the night working on our MJP materials. You must realize, you see, that I had none of my questions for cross or direct done. Ina ddition, I had only just written my closing the night before, and hadn't read over it much since then. Amanda and Heather had much to do with their questions as well. Thus did we stay up for quite a while working, watching Spanish television, and not watching that damned fish movie that they put on.
Had our first trial Thursday morning as prosecution. Oh, there was a meeting before it, but that was another case of paying no attention. We were prosecution for the trial, and thus was I a witness. Yay to being a druggish witness! It was rather boring, though; the cross questions didn't make much sense and had no real direction, so didn't need to be played with much. Ah well. Were fairly even with them.
Second trial sucked very, very badly. Most of the opposing team was all right, but there was one guy who objected to essentially everything and, no matter how inane or blatantly nonsensical the objections, they were almost always passed. The judge was a fucking idiot, and terribly unprofessional. It was a very long two hours, I can assure you. We were defense, so I got to play laywer, which made it seem even longer as we had to listen to and respond to the most ridiculous of objections. Honestly, why object to the pre-trial motion of changing "Alabama" to "Michigan" when it was an obvious typo, as it had been changed in other places and we happen to reside in the state of Michigan and not Alabama? The other team ahd just gotten their case and thus knew very little; seemed they made up for lack of knowledge--or, rather, one member did--by making the pointless objections. The judge... Gah. Best not to get started on that one. He didn't even look up most of the time; sat at the desk doodling on a piece of paper. Yes. Because that sort of thing helps so much.
We were all quite suitably pissed after that trial; nerves on end and all. Sort of at the "oh, to hell with it" point. Heather had been making slit-wrist motions during the trial. Luckily, the third trial went much more smoothly than the previous one. The team was still rather misinformed, but this made it more amusing in some cases. We were prosecution again, and I finally had the chance to play around with what I found about the Neo American Church, which amused me. They'd believe I'd joined the church in 1965; I pointed out that the church was formed in 1965 by Art Kleps and that I was not even old enough to have joined at that time; my character was thirty-three. And not the chief Boo Hoo--and it'd be Bee Hee, anyway. Twisting things to one's own advantage really is a lot of fun, and was quite easy to do at that time, aheh.
Spent the night... hrm. Ah, yes. Watching a Spanish talk show with kick-ass sound effects, aheh. Also worked on tweaking some things with the case, and found out that we'd been grouped into class A (they divide teams into class A and B by points, which really confuses us, thinking on it), which was a shocker after what the second judge had given us. We still don't understand why he gave us such a low score, as we weren't wonderful, but we certainly held our ground, and in a rather nasty situation.
Friday morning we were shipped off to the Cooley School of Law. Nice looking place, but we were stuck in a room for a long time. For the first two hours, we got to listen to lectures on technology, ethics dealing with law, and a civil rights speech. Roughly translated, we sat in the back and wrote random things on our papers, as well as looked through our case materials. Rather amused that we were at such a place hearing shit that was aimed at people who were planning to be lawyers, because when we were asked how many of us actall wanted to be lawyers, only three or four people out of seventy or so raised their hands. Waste of time?
Then came the time when some groups were sent off in pairs to work on thier cases with a alw student; this made little sense, as then two teams would hear the same tips and thus would react the same when paired against one another. The rest of us sat in the same room and watched some people from the group give a demonstration of parts of the trial. It was supposed to be one team doing it, but it got rather fucked up, and ended up being completely screwy. We tried to pay attention, but it became more and more difficult until finally they called a guy to cross a witness. She was acting as Fighter, the witness I worked as, and was a veritable pain in the ass. She was argumentative, had a viciously annoying voice, and made no sense. "I can't answer that, because I don't have a degree in drugs." So personal experience doesn't count? "I can't answer that, because I'm not an expert in religion." But aren't you a member of the church? On and on like that. Amanda, Heather, and I made several comments about her and what we could do to her to make her shut the hell up. The guys in front of us had been looking back at us whenever we remarked, and finally just laughed with us. Most people were becoming quite annoyed by this time, and I was becoming quite murderous. To take our minds off of this, we had story time. I read part of LXG Volume One to Heather, and then we went through the "When in trial, be like Hyde, not like Jekyll" deal. It was a rather appropriate analogy, ne? Aheh.
After lunch break and sitting on nicey couches, we were called to our next trial, which was at the law school. We were supposed to be having trials in the mini courtrooms that the school had, but apparently, there weren't enough. Because of this, we were sent to a cramped room on the seventh floor. Bad for Heather, because she aaprently has a nasty fear of heights. I believe Danielle did, too. However, there was a plus side... Several, it ended up. First off, the team that we ended up facing was the team of guys that had been sitting in front of us and accepted the fact that we are strange people during the damned mock trial demonstration we'd been at earlier. Second, the judge was a law school student and actually sort of understood what we were doing and going through. Thus, he helped us more than any other judge had. The trial itself went fairly well. Cramped, yes, but we were ready to go and on defense. Apparently, all of the witnesses were given full points, which is always nice to hear. Many helpful suggestions were given. Apaprently, my closing was effective enough, bwah; favorite part about playing lawyer has always been the closing. But, yes, it was a nice trial. I actually got all of the cross-questions for Fighter I wanted to do, as the people were not ready at any moment to make ridiculous arguements. The guys were cooperative, and we took what we could from each other. Felt bad about calling them out on not having given venue, but we figured it was better done at that time than at a later trial. Also, they were the only ones who actually inquired as to what pantheist was after the trial. So yes, the team was intelligent but not terribly arrogant, which is always a difficult combination to find in an MJP team. Was probably the best trial to think on that we had, though others were amusing...
Shall continue with the evnts later on. Three more trials, and two of them were... Gah. Three defense trials in one day was not fun. And the damned people that kept cutting my cross for Fighter because it was irrelevant. The emotions of one don't have to do with how one perceives something, and is thus offended? LSD doesn't effect the emotions? I argued the points and still they fell. Ah well, I did make my point; none of them knew a thing about thier own religion. Fighter would say that he loved his religion deeply. I would ask if he then held and deeply knew all of the doctrines and ideas of his religion, as he was essentially a minister. he would say yes. then I would go on to ask whether the religion was pantheistic, and then what it meant. At the point, the witness would stutter and generally not know. Although I was unable to continue in the line, the point was made; the witness did not hold the ideas of his church in great knowledge. It was amusing to me, just... because. Pantheistic is a fun word.
Amanda, Heather, and Danielle did very wellishness; Heather improved greatly as we went along. Danielle was always far more organizaed and ready to go than the rest of us. Amanda was essentially up for anything, and very calm as a witness. All in all, team worked well together. *shrug* Shocking that we had a case together, considering are prior preperation. It really was a shock.
But, yes, s'pose I'll stop for now. More when I feel like writing, whee.