My first day in court

I started off my day in court by telling my mom I had to go to court. She was a little surprised by that news, I'm a pretty good kid (yes 21 and still a kid), and I almost had her worried that I may have been hiding something. Well, to her great relief, I then explained why I was going to court; I was observing a court session for my business law class to get a little extra credit (oh what college students won't do for little extra credit). So off to court I went with my friend Dave.

Rule one, when going to observe court take a friend, it's surprising how not like "Law & Order" it really is. It's nice to have someone to talk to during recess.

Rule two, don't take a camera phone to court, they won't let you in, no matter how upstanding of a citizen you may look to be; just don't do it.

After riding the slowest elevator in the world (honestly, I thought we were on the 4th floor when we had only made it to the 2nd, slow elevator), we found the courtroom. I thought I had walked into a chapel when I entered. There were cushioned, blue fabric (the kind that never shows any dirt unless you spill red juice on it) pews, a podium in the front for the judge, and a jury box that could have also served as a choir box. The basic chapel design is more universal than we all thought.

Before the hearings, the police and lawyers were talking about their weekends in Vegas and it felt so casual, nothing like Hollywood promotes. When the judge finally came in, we all stood, and it was as if casual ran out of the room and formality strolled on in. The first hearing was for a man that could only speak Spanish so he had an interpreter. The interpreter whispered every word spoken into the defendant's ear at million miles a minute and answered back to the judge just as fast. At the end it was decided that the defendant would be put on two months probation to undergo some psycho-analysis and then be sentenced to prison for 1-15 years. The whole thing took maybe seven minutes! Granted this was a pretty easy case and the guy plead guilty, but still I was expecting a good thirty minutes of questioning; seriously, Hollywood overdoes it.

Rule three of going to court, learn some court jargon. Luckily, I know so much from business law that I was able to keep up on those trick words, but if you don't know the jargon you might be a little confused.

The most entertaining part of the whole experience was watching the interpreter; it's rare you see someone so completely happy to be doing their job. He was smiling like the entire time. After he was dismissed, I was almost expecting a bow, but he just gave us a nice little turn, a few little skips out the door and then a nice little jaunt down the hallway. Let's just say this man was very light in step.

Plain, normal courtroom

Fancy schmancy, not so everyday courtroom

Overall, court was not what I expected, but I'm glad I got a realistic view of what it is. I won't be able to watch any show with a courtroom the same anymore; "Divorce Court" isn't even totally realistic. Now, I know not all courts look like those in Provo, Utah, but I'm going to take a wild guess that about 75% are pretty darn similar.

On a more serious note, it was very disheartening to see three teenage boys sitting in handcuffs in the jury box waiting for their hearings. They were probably 15-17 years old, but they looked so aged because they had to grow up so quickly to deal with the poor choices they had made to get them to that point in life. Kids shouldn't have to grow up that fast, but yet they do everyday.