So as I write this, I’m sitting in the waiting room for Jury duty. All together now, “sigh”. After years of watching Suits, The Good Wife, and basically listening to Serial on repeat I have to admit I was a little excited when I got the summons. However, in the last three weeks, anytime I mentioned that I had Jury Duty I immediately received a wave emotions. People started sharing their own personal experience (good or bad), tips on how to get out of it, and my mom even told me what to wear. It’s such an interesting notion that a responsibility as big as this is contested on every level. Granted this is probably the busiest part of the year for me, so timing isn’t great, but it’s also the first time that I’ve been called to serve. No one wants to be on a jury, but I know how important it is to our judicial system that everyone gets a fair trial. So I’ll wait quietly until it’s my turn, then I will answer all of the questions honestly, and let the cards fall where they may. No fake dramatic political stance for me. I’m eager to get back to my regular life – but then again, so are the trial participants, right?
Update: Was not selected! Guess I’ll have to live out my Good Wife moment another time.
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