Reflection Of A Journey At The Criminal Justice Classroom

I plowed my way through dozens of students making their way to the classrooms. When I entered the Criminal Justice Classroom all of the second year students were there. My teachers smiling with glee, and my classmates from the previous year, were waiting with anticipation. Then all of the juniors, which were first year students, made their way into the classroom. Mr. Fredrick told them to sit anywhere, trying to sound intimidating. The bell rang as it was time for class to begin. Mr. Fredrick and Mr. Rifenburgh stood up and told the junior class to go next door. It was time. The nerves ran through my stomach with anticipation. I felt like getting sick. I was extremely nervous and covered in red blotchy hives. We second year students were getting

I could feel the tension rising, as people were nervous and anxious. The courtroom was as cold as an icebox. The bailiff addressed the full courtroom “All rise.” Once the judge said, “You may be seated,” you could see the nervous faces of the defendants and the families with them. When I sat down in an empty row just for me, I began listening to the judge read the rights to the defendants. A few minutes later, the judge and the lawyer went back and forth discussing a case. I can remember thinking how interesting that was and how much I wanted to be a part of this when I graduated. When the arraignments were over, the judge asked me if I had any questions on what happened. I was so excited and happy that I could not

I do not think you would not like being a social worker.”

Talking to the judge I knew how much I loved being in the courthouse. As I was walking back to the bailiff’s office, I realized I loved the paper work and I wanted to be a paralegal. I knew being at the courthouse is where I belonged. When it was time to return to the Branch Area Career Center I did not want to leave. I wanted tomorrow to come, just so I could return to the courthouse.

I returned back to the Branch Area Careers Center, and I had the biggest smile on my face. I was stopped by Mr. Fredrick in the hallway. Mr. Fredrick said how happy he was I got into the courthouse. I explained the discussion that I had with the judge and how I realized I wanted to be a paralegal. Mr. Fredrick then realized how the Bronson Police Department was not the placement for me and the courthouse was where I belonged.

When I returned home, I reviewed my day. I had come to a conclusion that I wanted to be a paralegal. That after only knowing me one day, the judge influenced me to chase after my dreams. My teachers came to the conclusion that I was going to stay at the courthouse all year instead of being moved to different rotations throughout the semester. After that day I knew in my heart that the courthouse is where I