Today I Did Nothing. Tomorrow I May Do The Same.

[britpoptarts]

After a hellacious quarter at grad school, where I fought the OOP programming and the OOP programming almost won, I lived to fight another day. I'll probably get a "WTF, A Student, you get an academic warning, you rotter!" but that isn't a huge cause for concern. You have to really screw up for three quarters in a row to be booted, and it looks

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[black_and_bloom]

Jury duty in Savannah cracks me up - everybody knows everybody and I'm not sure how they ever manage to empanel a jury.

My one experience was priceless, though. Late 80s, and I show up in my ratty "Slash Records" t-shirt and black cargo pants from Express (seriously, I wore those until they fell apart). I believe I was reading "Anna Karenina." It was a drug case, and the prosecuting attorney struck me because obviously black clothes=drug fiend. I had to go back every day the rest of the week, so I wore some nice little preppy outfit the next day and was chosen for a jury. What idiots.

I love those Rhino compilations. My brother has a few of them, and I "borrowed" his 80s "Left of the Dial" one for at least a year.

[britpoptarts]

Well, it has to be done by enpaneling a jury on not-peers. The military folks all know each other, the older professional set all know each other, the bar hoppers all know each other, the SCADdies all know each other, the service staff folks (like waiters and such) all know each other, the potheads all know each other, the low-income housing folks all know each other, the Historical District peeps all know each other, the Olde Savannah crew all know each other, the SCDS folks all know each other, but the groups don't always mix well.

How did you get on the jury if the prosecutor struck you? Inquiring minds want to know. Did s/he use up all the pre-emptories?

I have the Nuggets sets and a bunch of 80s CD comps (of course). I agree, Rhino is rad.

[black_and_bloom]

After I was struck by the prosecutor for the first trial, I went back in the jury pool for the next day. Poor Mr. Prosecutor was back the next day too, and either didn't remember me from the day before or else decided that I had reformed over night. I was chosen to be on the jury for the second trial, and was put in a windowless room for a few hours while they reached a plea bargain agreement and sent us home. Time well spent!

Happy Thanksgiving!

[britpoptarts]

That's hilarious! One change of clothes and suddenly you were no longer assumed to be a "miscreant" but a "model citizen". LOL

I bet he was mad to realize an actual smart person slipped through the cracks.

This is why defendants who never owned a neck tie their whole life are dressed in suits. Lawyers think juries are similarly fooled by a nice outfit.

Sad thing is, they often are.