Personal Narrative: Mock Trial

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

This autumn, I represented the School at the Empire Mock Trials in New York, competing against teams from all over the world. This experience helped me to hone my public speaking skills and taught me how to see issues from different perspectives. Furthermore, it deepened my understanding of the workings of the American legal

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

“The next thing I knew I had been tasered by this robocop!” I yell across the courtroom at another high school student. This was certainly something I never expected to say, but Mock Trial has put me into situations outside of my comfort zone many times before. I did not think that being dragged to a Mock Trial meeting by a friend would lead me to something I feel so passionate about, but Mock Trial quickly became my favorite after school activity and a great way for me to explore my love for public speaking. This club let me play both the roles of a frail and cranky old women who had been tasered by a cop and a defense attorney fighting for the future of high school baseball player. Neither of these things is how I envision myself, but it became a great creative outlet for me. During my time in Mock Trial I have been able to attend multiple

I was still filled with anticipation and was quite surprised at the differences between my first and second experience. I was formally dressed and did not really blend in with anyone else sitting in the courtroom. The attorneys seemed to come and go as they pleased, with no deference or respect for the proceedings in session.

Within the last few weeks one of the places that my W203 went that really stood out was the Industrial Trial that was used to help generate ideas from urban walking. There’s quite a bit to see on the trail but like anything the best parts are closer to the middle. Personally, the one aspect of the trial that really seemed to catch my eye was the old Elwood Haynes car factory because of its Kokomo heritage. However, most of the time I would of just said that the place is a giant scrap yard that needs to be torn down, however, this time around I might think differently.

It's been an interesting year so far, and it looks like it is about to get even more interesting (more about that in a moment). What I wanted to write about in this here journal of mine is a new brand of shoe that I just purchased; they are called Nike running shoes, and I love them. They fit well, are comfortable and seem like they will last quite a while. I just had to have a pair (I think I'm the first one here at school to have them most of the other students have never even heard of them; Neanderthals, I know!). I predict they will be a big hit in the future. Okay, enough about shoes, let's move on to more serious matters, my love life! (just joking journal I have no love life right now). Oh well, I haven't written in here for the past few weeks, I guess I better talk about the events of the month. Let's see, it's October 1962 and a number of events have taken place; some here at the University of Mississippi, some in the United States and some internationally. Many of these events will likely have long-term impact on some very serious matters. Of course, I did not think any event would foreshadow James Meredith being admitted into the University, but, the first Negro being admitted into a higher education institution is an event that has only national implications, while the missile crisis in Cuba, could lead to death to thousands or even hundreds of thousands of citizens in both the United States and in Russia.

After checking every photo taken during the investigation, the Deputy District Attorney, Michelle Trego asked the detectives to interview the witnesses again. “We want to make certain she pays for this crime,” Michelle said riding up in the elevator with Detective Wallace.

My full name is Samantha Taylor Miller, I am a criminal justice major. I am from Little Falls, New York. I currently live in North Hall with my roommate, who is also my close friend from high school. Although Little Falls is only about thirty minutes from UC, I am glad I chose to live on campus because I have met so many new people as a result of living in the resident's hall.

I could not believe what I had just said, I said it so hastily that I thought no one had heard me, but the judge clearly heard me say “The defense moves to indict Isabella Moores of first degree murder.” Everybody in the courtroom was speechless, “This so called witness was planning to murder her mother since she ran away from home, all because her mother was constantly abusing her and I have evidence to prove it!”

Walking into a court and actually seeing a case up close in personal instead of watching it through a TV screen is something that is very interesting. You get to see the raw emotion of everyone in real life, you get to sense the feelings that everyone is having in the room, and you actually get to see whether the offender feels guilty for what he or she did by watching the way they act in the courtroom. Sitting on a bench and actually observing what the emotions of every person in the room, not just the offender and the victim, but also the people sitting on the benches that are just there to observe. It’s hard not to get caught up with what his happening in the case and

I like to beat the rush for lines and do not prefer being late, but

Evan kept off the interstate for a while sticking to back roads and changing directions periodically to make sure he wasn’t being tailed.

I thought that the "Witness for the Prosecution" was very interesting. At first, I thought it was kind of boring. It was just a normal trial, and nothing that I thought was interesting happened. However, as the story progressed on, I became more intrigued with the plot of the story and I tried to guess who the murderer was. When I discovered that Leonard Vole was being accused of killing Miss Emily French, I didn't really think that he would end up being the killer because I thought, "Why would they tell you who the murder was right away?" Every time there was evidence that pointed to Leonard, I thought that I might be him, but I wasn't completely convinced. From that point on, I suspected that every character was the killer. When it was discovered

Spring rolled around and it was finally time for the first t-ball game of the season. The dandelions were sprouting and the bees were buzzing in the outfield. All twelve players showed up but only half of the team was there to play ball. It was hard to expect six-year olds to have much of an attention span anyway. The ball was hit and began to roll for the outfield. At this very moment the team of twelve became divided. This division separated the team players from the self-servers. Little did I know that my first time on the field would mark the beginning of something so big and influential in my life.