I know what you’re all thinking. I do. So no. The answer is I did not send my friend into anaphylactic shock by peanuts…again.
If you don’t know what I’m referring to please catch up (www.operationhappiness.squarespace.com/new-blog/2019/1/27/the-day-i-almost-became-a-murderer)
I did, however, go to court yesterday and report on an actual murder trial for my school paper.
My dear friend Sarah and I, blonder and girlier than life itself, took the drive to Easton, PA, to the courthouse to report on the attempted murder case of a man who went to Lehigh who tried to kill his roommate with rat poisoning.
I know what you’re thinking again. What the heck is going on here? Why would he do that? And I can tell you that from every college student’s perspective, or maybe just mine, having alone time is really hard to come by. It is. Who wouldn’t want to have a single? But RAT POISONING? Nuh uh. Nope. Not happening.
I won’t go into much detail about the actual case, but rather the experience itself.
Going into a courtroom is NOTHING like what it seems like on TV. We are not on an episode of SVU people nor are we about to hear their stories. Maybe it will be once the real deal comes around, but yesterday was a lot different than expected.
It was a small courtroom, only eight pews, and there were maybe a dozen people in there, if.
It was really weird being in there. I definitely felt out of place and like I was being looked at. When the suspect walked out unannounced RIGHT in front of us, I can’t even describe what it was like. It was so weird. He was sitting literally right in front of us and it was surreal.
It’s safe to say that out of the 12 people there we were by far the youngest and the blondest. I have never felt more like a dumb blonde in my entire life and I have never felt that way or used that term.
We carry ourselves very maturely, Sarah and I. We were called charming and attractive, but were reassured we were not being hit on, which we love to see. We do. We managed to become best friends with the defense attorney and the judge. And on top of all of that, we got great slices of pizza across the street as a reward.
It was a long day at the office, let me tell you. I loved it though. In fact, Sarah and I decided that we are going to drop out of school and start our own business. What that business is, we aren’t sure of yet. Perhaps our own paper.
Stay tuned dear friends and suspects of murder.
