tough shit
Went on the courthouse trip today. It would have been more interesting if we got to see the murder trial but this group of teenagers came outta there looking at us saying, "Hey, don't go in there you guys! They're really pissed at us!" A lot of them were walking around being really loud and obnoxious and I wasn't surprised when the security guards kept eying us.
Anyways...it was me, this girl named Charlene and her friend Rigo. So we walked around, and got to sit in a domestic violence case. It's this lady who came in a wheelchair, the wife and "victim" who claimed her husband did NOT abuse her. However, her story made very little sense. She kept interrupting the judge and the prosecutor, and then, when they would tell her to calm down, she'd have this embarrassed look on her face and in a timid voice she'd reply with "sorry, I'm just very nervous." I felt kind of sorry for her and it made me feel crappy for sitting there and watching her trial like a nosy little bitch. Some of the things she said were really personal and the idiots behind us wouldn't stop laughing.
She said she was arguing with her husband over their living conditions which were atrocious, according to her. Then he went into the other room and started throwing things around and going insane, and that's about the time when she fell from her wheelchair, hit her head on something sharp, and began bleeding profusely. Her husband rushed to her side immediately and put her in the shower to try and stop the bleeding. Then the police knocked on the door.
The prosecutor then asked her if the woman remembered what she had said in her police report. The answer was no...she was intoxicated and heavily medicated (she has post-polio). Then the prosecutor asked the woman is she had remembered telling the police that she and her husband had "wrestled" before she fell. "Wrestling" turned out to be "preparing to make love." And when exactly did this "wrestling" occur? Right before he went into the other room and started acting insane. That...doesn't make much sense. Especially if they were yelling at each other like crazy beforehand.
The police report stated that glass was thrown directly at the victim. The wife later claimed that no throwing objects AT HER occurred at all.
We had to leave then, because we were running late. I hope she's not one of these ladies who's getting abused but feels like she can't do any better. Because that's exactly what it looked like.
Then we went to some kid's trial, for attempted murder. He must have been around the same age as us. His lawyer requested he be seen by a doctor for psychiatric evaluation.
Our beautiful teacher left without us and we didn't get to turn in our papers. Hopefully, she'll still accept them.
Anyways...it was me, this girl named Charlene and her friend Rigo. So we walked around, and got to sit in a domestic violence case. It's this lady who came in a wheelchair, the wife and "victim" who claimed her husband did NOT abuse her. However, her story made very little sense. She kept interrupting the judge and the prosecutor, and then, when they would tell her to calm down, she'd have this embarrassed look on her face and in a timid voice she'd reply with "sorry, I'm just very nervous." I felt kind of sorry for her and it made me feel crappy for sitting there and watching her trial like a nosy little bitch. Some of the things she said were really personal and the idiots behind us wouldn't stop laughing.
She said she was arguing with her husband over their living conditions which were atrocious, according to her. Then he went into the other room and started throwing things around and going insane, and that's about the time when she fell from her wheelchair, hit her head on something sharp, and began bleeding profusely. Her husband rushed to her side immediately and put her in the shower to try and stop the bleeding. Then the police knocked on the door.
The prosecutor then asked her if the woman remembered what she had said in her police report. The answer was no...she was intoxicated and heavily medicated (she has post-polio). Then the prosecutor asked the woman is she had remembered telling the police that she and her husband had "wrestled" before she fell. "Wrestling" turned out to be "preparing to make love." And when exactly did this "wrestling" occur? Right before he went into the other room and started acting insane. That...doesn't make much sense. Especially if they were yelling at each other like crazy beforehand.
The police report stated that glass was thrown directly at the victim. The wife later claimed that no throwing objects AT HER occurred at all.
We had to leave then, because we were running late. I hope she's not one of these ladies who's getting abused but feels like she can't do any better. Because that's exactly what it looked like.
Then we went to some kid's trial, for attempted murder. He must have been around the same age as us. His lawyer requested he be seen by a doctor for psychiatric evaluation.
Our beautiful teacher left without us and we didn't get to turn in our papers. Hopefully, she'll still accept them.
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