Yesterday I spent the day at the courthouse in downtown Baltimore. I was one of 1000 people who had been summoned (summonsed?) to appear as a potential juror for a trial. Because things were so crowded, I ended up spending most of the morning in an overflow room instead of being in my favorite room, The Quiet Room. I like the quiet room because it has tables in it, and I can grade papers or do other schoolwork more easily. I was finally checked in at 11:30, at which time I went to the quiet room. After working for about an hour, I was interrupted by the announcement that it was time for lunch. An hour and a half lunch. Yesterday’s temperature was 68 degrees, so I walked to the Inner Harbor and had a lovely lunch of mall pizza.
After lunch, I sat until 3:20. I was sure the next announcement would be that I could go home. But it wasn’t. I was called into a courtroom with about 80 other people. It was a crazy-lot of them. Finally at 6pm, all the question asking was done, and the selection process was over. And I was chosen to be a juror at this trial. Of course, I won’t be saying anything about it, because you’re not supposed to, but how cool is that?
I’m kind of excited, but kind of not. I’m excited because I haven’t done this before and I think it’s an important job. I’m kind of not excited because I had to prepare more substitute plans for my classes. And may have to tomorrow as well. The judge said the trial may be over as early as this afternoon, but will definitely be done by tomorrow.
Whew! I have YouthQuake to go to this weekend.