too much of l.a. law (yeah, i am old enough to have watched l.a. law on television), ally mcbeal, the practice, and legally blonde has convinced me that i was meant to be a lawyer. add to that the fact that i got through lae (law aptitude exam) and the interview with nary a hitch plus the next four years of more or less uneventful life as a student in the college and you've got a girl who was sort of excited (but majorly scared still) to do her first court appearance.

dress suit. check.
stockings. check.
pumps. check.
case folder. check.
questions for direct examination. check.
supervising lawyer. check.

and oh. MAJORLY POWERFUL DEODORANT TO STOP ARMPIT SWEATGLANDS FROM DRIPPING DUE TO TENSION. check. check. check.

but god.

i stuttered.
i stammered.
i forgot grammatical rules i've had down pat since grade school.
i blinked so many times it felt like i was making googoo eyes with the judge.
i forgot my alphabet during the marking of exhibits that the clerk of court had to remind me that what comes after "d" is "e" and not "f".

still, i think it turned out okay.

i may not be a kick-ass lawyer, at least not yet, but i do have got the loud voice to match the one of the defense lawyer down pat.