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CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
You are a criminal defence lawyer.
It is Monday. You get up, drink your coffee, and then register nothing else until about 10:15am. By this time you are in court, although hopefully you haven't had to say anything yet. You come to, dressed in a suit, carrying your briefcase, in front of the giant list on the courthouse wall that (hopefully) contains your client's name, somewhere. While you are looking for this, colleagues passing by helpfully point out things you have forgotten / done wrong / would rather they not notice ("Hey, pink socks! Nice!") ("Aren't you supposed to be in 514? They've been paging you.")
You get into the elevator, hit 5, and wait while the entire Crown office come in with at least two of those massive file trollys, followed by the three or four defence lawyers who "just want a word" about one of the Crown's 900 files, everyone due in court in the next two minutes. You end up standing next to the guy who hasn't showered in two weeks and looks like he's halfway to Neverland. You nod across the elevator at the shellshocked articled student who has been wedged into the far corner and has missed their floor.
You extract yourself and head down to 514, where you look around for your client.
If your client is present, flip to page 12.
if your client is not present, flip to page 27.
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Found on some law school blog. It's British, obviously.
You are a criminal defence lawyer.
It is Monday. You get up, drink your coffee, and then register nothing else until about 10:15am. By this time you are in court, although hopefully you haven't had to say anything yet. You come to, dressed in a suit, carrying your briefcase, in front of the giant list on the courthouse wall that (hopefully) contains your client's name, somewhere. While you are looking for this, colleagues passing by helpfully point out things you have forgotten / done wrong / would rather they not notice ("Hey, pink socks! Nice!") ("Aren't you supposed to be in 514? They've been paging you.")
You get into the elevator, hit 5, and wait while the entire Crown office come in with at least two of those massive file trollys, followed by the three or four defence lawyers who "just want a word" about one of the Crown's 900 files, everyone due in court in the next two minutes. You end up standing next to the guy who hasn't showered in two weeks and looks like he's halfway to Neverland. You nod across the elevator at the shellshocked articled student who has been wedged into the far corner and has missed their floor.
You extract yourself and head down to 514, where you look around for your client.
If your client is present, flip to page 12.
if your client is not present, flip to page 27.
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Found on some law school blog. It's British, obviously.