Sunday, March 26, 2006
15 minutes of fame
and so it ends, just as simply as it began, with nary a sign to mark its passing. save for mine poor words.25th of march, 2006. yesterday was the day of TG13's moots. mine at 3pm at the moot court. the culmination of an entire year of LAWR, from the first case summary of R. v. Spurge when we were fresh law students who had never seen a case before in our lives, to the final memorial submitted merely a week past, a full argument, complete with authorities, defending our stand for our client (retarded though he may be) to the bitter end.
i'd like to say i fretted endlessly over it, and spent hours of research painstakingly putting together an argument for my case, and show that in the end, the effort paid off. however, in all honesty, and considering the vagaries of life (as well as the fact that it was yours truly), all i did was write an opening and a closing statement, and throw in random points in the hopes that i would be questioned endlessly. so imagine my surprise, and horror, when i got a bench that was silent for the better part of 5 minutes.
anyway, it was fun. i survived, battered and bruised, and halfway bloody, but i survived. i suspect the judges were merely using us as sharpening stones for the ultimate showdown between lavan/james and sean/aloysius...the moot after ours. which i timekeeped, and my gosh, that exchange was scary! not between the counsels, but rather, between EW and whoever was unlucky (lucky?) enough to be on the stand then. but it was fun to see most of the TG down for lavan/james' moot. and the sunflower also. as well as the scandalous exchange later on, witnessed by EW. also the mad photowhoring that went on in the moot court, and carried on till after dinner (on a separate note, sun at chijmes is mother nice, let's go again!).
15 minutes. a mere pittance when viewed against the wide expanse of a year of LAWR. but for that 15 minutes, the court belongs to you. all attention is on you, to shine or to fall on your own terms. the judges, mere accessories to the eventual conclusion of your moot. and although you tremble and falter and dread those 15 minutes ever coming, when it's all over and the adrenaline has drained away, leaving a mild glow of satisfaction at having made it thus far, you realise you miss that heady rush and that thrill of engaging the judges in something that you firmly believe in and want to prove. and the fact that all the comment i got after those 15 minutes was a mere one-liner: you have good style.
and so, just like that, my 15 minutes came and left. will i moot again? i doubt so. unless my entire TG decides to moot too. (*hintmootpartnerhint*)
mooting photos (post-moot photos too) to come later.
p.s. to a dear friend, happy birthday! and to make up for a lack of present (for the time being) i wish you much joy, good luck and chirpiness for many years to come. *beam*
wen was dreaming at 2:04 PM