A Very Belated Friday
Nov. 11th, 2003 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwaterHehehe... I told you I would put it up. Hopefully someone will kick me tonight and I'll finish my YCon Report. ^^;; *ish a bad procrastinator*
So... if you're reading this you already know that my brain melted on Friday over Oral Arguments. I'm a terrible public speaker. Terrible. Like, "goes sheet white in front of an audience" terrible.
Anyway, I had planned on getting up early enough to cook myself a good breakfast (for brain food) before I did everything. [FAILED] I ended up sleeping an hour past my alarm. So after that was a flurry of showering, toweling, and fussing with my wardrobe. And it was cold and sprinkling outside, so I had to be warm.
I also spent a GROSS amount of time getting my makeup right. >_O
And then I hadn't typed the stuff I needed for the Argument, so I had to do that, too. I ended up plowing through a bag of potato chips for breakfast. It was vicious. Then I decided I would leave early for school, so I could type mys tuff out on the school's computers. Which I did.
Note: Walking to the bus stop in my nice boots (because I'm not wearing pumps, thanks much) is a bitch. I could really feel the incline of the street. But I also felt tall and people looked at me like I was important. ^^
I managed to nap on the bus, until around 11th Street, where a... man jumped on the bus, proclaiming that it was "420 Friday." >_<;; He stood very close to me and kept TALKING and I couldn't sleep through him. He also REEKED of marijuana (when he didn't smell... unclean). He also kept his arms up to hold onto the bars of the bus. It was bothering me because I was already stressed and he kept talking and talking and talking and all I really wanted to do was hit him with my bookbag and shove him off the bus.
... but that would be mean, so I didn't.
He finally got off around 6th Street and I was able to breathe. I hopped off on New Montgomery and went into the McDonald's to grab french fries and soda (lunch). They treated me very well in my business suit and London Fog trenchcoat. *preens* They usually don't when I'm in my frumpy sweater and jeans. *grump*
So I got to school, chowed down while I re-read and organized my (handwritten) notes, and took a breather. Then I rushed to the comp lab to type furiously. I finished with time to spare. Well, more like 20 minutes.
Went up to 3rd Floor and chatted with some classmates, where we gossiped and I was told NOT to lock my knees or I would pass out. I kept reminding myself not to smile. Because smiling is unprofessional. And I do it when I'm really nervous.
My partner and I had to Bailiff for the first round, which I liked. I got to be the timekeeper and flash the time cards at the speakers. ^^ That went pretty well and I got to hear the arguments of two of my classmates.
Then was our turn.
I was SO nervous when we got in and I sat down in the Defense's seat (actually, the Appellee's seat, since this is Appellate Advocacy). The Prosecution (Government) went first. I nearly died because she's a VERY GOOD SPEAKER. *weeps* And the judges for us were different and totally harsher than the judges in the room I bailiffed for.
By the time it was my turn, I managed to get through a bit of my prepared material but then they started HAMMERING me with questions and hypotheticals. Their questions took MINUTES to get through (we only had 15 minutes to speak, total) and were all multi-part questions. I was struggling to remember the twists and turns and still try to follow my outline, but I know I blundered badly. They kept asking me the same questions, which I THOUGHT I was answering right, but apparently I was wrong. Then I got the 1-Minute Card, and I was relieved to close my argument.
Then after a short break was the evaluations. >__<;; Like I had thought, my opponent was lauded and praised because she was good. I... wasn't. One judge went on and on about how I needed a "mantra". Dammit, judge me on my content, not on my STYLE! I don't WANT a freaking MANTRA! She might as well have said that she didn't like the cut of my suit.
;__;
When we left the room, my partner agreed with me that the one justice was a bitch for doing the mantra thing. Then we went to a bar. Because I needed a drink. I paid $7 for a very nice Midori Sour (it was green!) and sat with some classmates to talk law. We also gossiped about classes and teachers. One of the professors is a hardcore perv. Unless I'm asked about it/him, I won't relate details at the moment.
Well, it was after 7:30 (we'd stayed about an hour... maybe less) when we broke up and I walked to the bus station. No, I was not tipsy. Even with nothing in my stomach, all the drink made we want to do was use the restroom. But I couldn't because no place was open. I ended up standing at that damn bus stop until 8 or so, before I found out that the bus didn;t STOP there after 7 pm.
It stopped ON Second Street, not at the Second Street Stop.
>__<;;
Finally got on the RIGHT bus at the RIGHT place and went home. Stepped through the door at around 9 pm. I was starving and cranky, but at least everything was over with.
... and then I spent the night roleplaying. ^^
So... if you're reading this you already know that my brain melted on Friday over Oral Arguments. I'm a terrible public speaker. Terrible. Like, "goes sheet white in front of an audience" terrible.
Anyway, I had planned on getting up early enough to cook myself a good breakfast (for brain food) before I did everything. [FAILED] I ended up sleeping an hour past my alarm. So after that was a flurry of showering, toweling, and fussing with my wardrobe. And it was cold and sprinkling outside, so I had to be warm.
I also spent a GROSS amount of time getting my makeup right. >_O
And then I hadn't typed the stuff I needed for the Argument, so I had to do that, too. I ended up plowing through a bag of potato chips for breakfast. It was vicious. Then I decided I would leave early for school, so I could type mys tuff out on the school's computers. Which I did.
Note: Walking to the bus stop in my nice boots (because I'm not wearing pumps, thanks much) is a bitch. I could really feel the incline of the street. But I also felt tall and people looked at me like I was important. ^^
I managed to nap on the bus, until around 11th Street, where a... man jumped on the bus, proclaiming that it was "420 Friday." >_<;; He stood very close to me and kept TALKING and I couldn't sleep through him. He also REEKED of marijuana (when he didn't smell... unclean). He also kept his arms up to hold onto the bars of the bus. It was bothering me because I was already stressed and he kept talking and talking and talking and all I really wanted to do was hit him with my bookbag and shove him off the bus.
... but that would be mean, so I didn't.
He finally got off around 6th Street and I was able to breathe. I hopped off on New Montgomery and went into the McDonald's to grab french fries and soda (lunch). They treated me very well in my business suit and London Fog trenchcoat. *preens* They usually don't when I'm in my frumpy sweater and jeans. *grump*
So I got to school, chowed down while I re-read and organized my (handwritten) notes, and took a breather. Then I rushed to the comp lab to type furiously. I finished with time to spare. Well, more like 20 minutes.
Went up to 3rd Floor and chatted with some classmates, where we gossiped and I was told NOT to lock my knees or I would pass out. I kept reminding myself not to smile. Because smiling is unprofessional. And I do it when I'm really nervous.
My partner and I had to Bailiff for the first round, which I liked. I got to be the timekeeper and flash the time cards at the speakers. ^^ That went pretty well and I got to hear the arguments of two of my classmates.
Then was our turn.
I was SO nervous when we got in and I sat down in the Defense's seat (actually, the Appellee's seat, since this is Appellate Advocacy). The Prosecution (Government) went first. I nearly died because she's a VERY GOOD SPEAKER. *weeps* And the judges for us were different and totally harsher than the judges in the room I bailiffed for.
By the time it was my turn, I managed to get through a bit of my prepared material but then they started HAMMERING me with questions and hypotheticals. Their questions took MINUTES to get through (we only had 15 minutes to speak, total) and were all multi-part questions. I was struggling to remember the twists and turns and still try to follow my outline, but I know I blundered badly. They kept asking me the same questions, which I THOUGHT I was answering right, but apparently I was wrong. Then I got the 1-Minute Card, and I was relieved to close my argument.
Then after a short break was the evaluations. >__<;; Like I had thought, my opponent was lauded and praised because she was good. I... wasn't. One judge went on and on about how I needed a "mantra". Dammit, judge me on my content, not on my STYLE! I don't WANT a freaking MANTRA! She might as well have said that she didn't like the cut of my suit.
;__;
When we left the room, my partner agreed with me that the one justice was a bitch for doing the mantra thing. Then we went to a bar. Because I needed a drink. I paid $7 for a very nice Midori Sour (it was green!) and sat with some classmates to talk law. We also gossiped about classes and teachers. One of the professors is a hardcore perv. Unless I'm asked about it/him, I won't relate details at the moment.
Well, it was after 7:30 (we'd stayed about an hour... maybe less) when we broke up and I walked to the bus station. No, I was not tipsy. Even with nothing in my stomach, all the drink made we want to do was use the restroom. But I couldn't because no place was open. I ended up standing at that damn bus stop until 8 or so, before I found out that the bus didn;t STOP there after 7 pm.
It stopped ON Second Street, not at the Second Street Stop.
>__<;;
Finally got on the RIGHT bus at the RIGHT place and went home. Stepped through the door at around 9 pm. I was starving and cranky, but at least everything was over with.
... and then I spent the night roleplaying. ^^
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Date: 2003-11-11 03:05 pm (UTC)They treated me very well in my business suit and London Fog trenchcoat. *preens* They usually don't when I'm in my frumpy sweater and jeans. *grump*
I know. I was amazed at the difference in service treatment I got during my brief stint as a salesperson, when I wore white shirts and black slacks and boots every day (plus earrings.)
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Date: 2003-11-12 11:52 am (UTC)