See, the thing is that every year, we hire many attorneys straight out of law school. Now if we were a law firm, those attorneys would have years and years to learn the law and prepare for their first day in court (poor Husband is still waiting for his!). We're not though and attorneys are given cases of their own the minute they are admitted to the bar.
So the initial hiring training is pretty intense to say the least. Then we're expected to attend several other trainings each year to keep on top of changes in the law and to our performance standards (what we're expected to do to properly represent a client.)
Recently, however, I've begun to have a bit more fun with trainings.
Last year, I was asked to do a presentation at a training! Although I was nervous (especially since nearly everyone in the room had a lot more experience than me), my presentation was a success and other attorneys still approach me to ask questions about the topic!
I've also volunteered to be a witness at new attorney trainings. That's terribly fun because it's basically acting: I get to sit there and pretend to be the rude social worker or the drug-addicted mother and give new attorneys a hard time while they try to cross-examine me. Because I'm a big dork, I get a kick out of it.
This year, however, I've upped the ante: I've volunteered to be a client.
So today, I woke up at 6am to drive two hours to be put on trial for armed assault & battery with intent to rob, assault and battery by means of a dangerous weapon, and trespassing.
I didn't do it, man!
Seriously, my poor character is only guilty of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. I've already decided that she's innocent (and I had decided that she was going to testify until somehow my attorney talked me out of it. I'm still not sure how she managed that because I was pretty determined to make it to the witness stand!)
This is all leading up to a point. On Tuesday afternoon, my attorney called to prep me for my trial. She explained that what I wear to the trial is very important and gave me some very specific instructions.
1) Wear something feminine. The District Attorney (DA) keeps referring to the Russell Street Boys Gang so she wants to play up that I am clearly not a boy.
2) Wear something conservative. I was kind of disappointed when she remembered to say this: I had really wanted to show up in some indecently short skirt or something. Bah!
3) Do not wear black or yellow. These are the gang's colors.
As an aside, I told a co-worker who is also playing a client tomorrow about not wearing black or yellow.
Ooh my attorney didn't tell me that! I'm totally going to wear black and yellow.
So what does a 17 year old girl who is totally innocent, scared out of her mind, and likes eye makeup so much that she's been caught stealing it twice from the MAC counter at Macy's (that's in my character's dossier, not a real life admission!) wear for her trial when it has to be feminine, conservative and not yellow or black?