Did my first cross-examination in Trial Ad today. I was like Kevin Arnold in an early episode of the Wonder Years. I imagined my line of questioning would be like a well-played game of chess. The smug 3L playing the witness would fall right into my trap. By his own admissions he would be backed into a corner, until all he could do is hang his head in silent admission of his own incompetency. The critiquing professor/trial team coach would have nothing to critique. "Wow," she would say. "Now *that* is how you do a cross-examination."
Instead, it went down more like this:
Me: "So Watkins was wearing a raincoat?"
Me: "On a clear night?"
Me: "A raincoat with big pockets?"
Me: Repeat line of questioning about a thousand times, interspersed with some rambling questions using cumbersome language.
The critique afterward involved some lecture about how I needed to organize my examination so I don't get sidetracked, and then, an odd question closed out my public rebuke.
"How do I ask this..." mused the professor. "JE, do you... or does anyone in your family have experience in law enforcement?"
"Um, no! Why?"
"You sound like a cop." She went on to say I used too many law enforcement words, but I immediately felt self-conscious for my somewhat aggressive, loud tone while conducting my cross. What had moments before felt like bold, groundbreaking tactical genius quickly dissolved into tyrannical, foot stomping, bad-cop acting.
And thus begins my year-long journey into the world of trial practice. I'm working on thickening my skin.
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