Released, finally

I feel like I've just walked out of prison. Four days later, I'm finally finished "providing a valuable service to the district," as the judge told us. I think my fellow jurors summed it up best, though: "They takin' way too long with this. Judge Judy coulda had us outta here in 30 minutes.... Naw, actually 15 minutes, 'cause they got to get in two per show."

I managed to provide comic relief on Day 3, although it was quite unintentional. I listened with great attentiveness to the first attorney's closing remarks, during which he explained the verdict options as well as the law. The second attorney did much of the same, from the perspective of his client of course. By the time the 1st attorney came back, I was drifting, quite happily, into my typical narcoleptic tendencies. I suppose my bobbing head finally awakened me, and as my eyes focused, I realized the bailiff and court reporter were highly amused and trying to stifle their laughter as unobtrusively as possible.

What can I say? Sometimes I just can't fight it, no matter how much water I drink and Altoids / Icebreakers I pop in my mouth. I guess I can't be too harsh on my future students who inevitably will doze off during my class. However, should that occur, it's more of a wake up call to myself to re-examine my apparently dull lesson.