Personal Narrative: Frank Murphy Hall Of Justice

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I sat on the prosecutor's bench clutching my notebook full of poorly deciphered legal terms that my boss briefed me on prior to entering the courtroom. I nervously surveyed the atmosphere of the courtroom at the Frank Murphy Hall of Justice in Detroit, Michigan. I was an intern for an assistant prosecutor who worked in the sexual crimes unit. This unit was a difficult unit to be a part of. Every day a new series of sexual assault cases are presented, each with a new victim and perpetrator. That specific day, a young girl was the victim of an online dating app meet-up that went wrong.

Approximately twenty feet in front of me was a young man, not much older than myself, sitting in a chair facing the judge. Behind me, the family of the teenage girl who was the victim of a sexual assault. The victim and her family were hysterically crying as the prosecutor began to play a tape recording of the girl’s 911 call from the night of the assault. I sat in awe watching the way the prosecutor and the defense attorney interacted. My only purpose in the courtroom was to take notes and learn …show more content…

The exhilaration I felt from sitting on the prosecuting side. The faces of the family members who sat behind me, and the mixed emotions in the room when the judge announced a guilty verdict. That day reminds me of why I've been worked so many 70 hour work weeks. Why I've invested so much time and money into making sure I can afford to pay tuition, pay for rent, and go law school. I grew up in a family where money was scarce and we were expected to pay our own bills and school. None of my family members have attended law school, so this has been a new experience for my family. It has been tough, but it's allowed me to develop a strong work ethic that will be necessary to survive in law school and the courtroom. I believe that my experiences would make me a great candidate for the ________ Law

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