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Yesterday, i was the last replacement juror selected. Today, i was the last juror dismissed (during "peremptory challenges", which basically means the lawyer doesn't like the way you fit into his master plan, so amscray, endejopay).
Notes from my two days:
- The defendant's co-counsel kept referring to him as "Mr. Valencia". His surname is "Valenzuela". If i'd been him, i'd've asked my other lawyer to get himself a co-counsel with half a working brain.
- She also relied heavily on clichés, such as "tilting the scales of justice", and malaprops, such as "fair open-minded mind". It was like George Bush (either one) was in the room.
- Why exactly are violent, explicit images called "graphic"? Isn't a graphic image a pleonasm?
- A prospective juror, when asked what his occupation was, said, "I'm a VST for AMR." THANKS, PAL!