History, Court and Nincompoops

While sometimes I wish my History teacher was more of a laisser-faire approach to teaching, she most vehemently is not, and in affect we have monstrous tests, all for our own good. :D Supposedly. May I please reiterate again that when I'm fixing peoples' brains in my short future, I will definitely NOT be thinking about the Guadaloupe-Hidalgo Treaty, or how many Treaties of Paris were written, and when, and for what. The case being, after taking today's test, I figured I'll need some extracredit, even though I feel I might have done well. Yes. My confidence level is staggering. :D

Tonight, we as the Capital history department had the oppurtunity to participate in Youth Court, as the court officers and jury. I signed up to be the clerk, because I totally rocked the job last time. Plus, I didn't ever have to move anywhere, and I was able to [damn straight!] swear in all of the defendants. Much fun. HOWEVER! This was not to be, mainly because South Jr. High decided to come crash our party. Yeah. Not so fun. For a courtroom that would hold maybe 150 people max we shoved over 200 peeps in there. Not so amazing. Not only that, but some other chick was signed up to be the clerk, and even though I totally had the seniority and experience, SHE got the job. I was stuck with being the baliff, aka the person who goes and thumps on the other jury in the next room who is supposed to be inaudible. In place of mice we had vociferous jaguars, only not as good looking. I shouldn't say that.... There were a lot of nice people. Most of the nice ones I go to school with, and have a mature attitude [most of the time] about life, and respect when needed. The other quarter of the collective group was absolutely the most ridiculous assembelage of morons ever experienced by humanity. They were disrespectful, inordinately rude, and really quite awful to be around. It wasn't that they were unlikable, it was more of the crass attitudes and demeanors that were a major turn off. The cockyness eminating from them was rather revolting. But what can I say. I only had to go shut them up six thousand and a half times. Another reason I should have been clerk. I'm not exactly the most intimidating or believable person in the universe. Through a series of demoralizing references and calling of names, four hours later the event was over.

Moral of the story: Don't bring a bong to court because you're on probation and community service.

Happily, tomorrow is most definitely late start Friday. Ah ha! I'm psyched! :D Not that the extra 20 minutes in the morning REALLY counts or anything... but you know.... [: Yeah. I'm out to do something productive. Not that blogging isn't. But something... more tangible? Sounds fantastic, thanks for asking. :D Cheers!