As the days of trial college roll on, I become less and less capable of forming coherent thoughts in the evening time. I’m so darn tired, my thoughts turn to mush. Tonight after dinner, I somehow found myself in a shopping center, and blasted through $200 on pants and celebrity magazines.
We only have one lecture session left, then it’s trial prep and TRIAL. We’re trying a personal injury/insurance coverage dispute. The topic gave me a shot of courage, it is right in my wheelhouse. Now if only we could try this case according to Allegheny County rules, then I’d be golden.
I feel like I’ve made big steps in just 3 days. On day one, I was a little sheepish and afraid to ask the wrong question, or afraid I’d look foolish by saying the wrong thing. But now that I’ve been up in front of the class several times, I’m feeling more comfortable. I’m not so worried about saying the wrong thing. I’m ready to say something and see if it works. I’m lucky to be in a great class. We’re all 4-7 years in, we have similar trial experience, and there are no gunners (or, if there is a gunner, it’s probably me, but I’m trying to keep that obnoxiousness in check).
Opening statements were the most difficult part of the class for me, and I wish we had a chance to do them again in a classroom setting. I guess I’ll just have to study up, take a deep breath, and get ready to open on trial day. Wish me luck! (and wish me sanity!)
Unrelated: (maybe?) I keep trying to make a joke about how someone here is totally Ignatius J. Reilly. Apparently I am THE ONLY PERSON AT TRIAL COLLEGE who has read a Confederacy of Dunces. More book nerds at trial college, plz. At least I think I’m funny.