The busiest day of the week

My first visit to a addresshouse in additionk place on a Monday, which is manifestly the busiest day of the week. The first impression I had of the people was that they all seemed to construct a purpose. There did not seem to be anyone like me an percipient trying to get a feel for the courthouse. It was a bit scare to go to court without a reason. I was a little have-to doe with that someone would ask me where I belonged, or ask me to leave the courtyard where I was watching the proceedings. As it turns out, everyone is far withal busy with their aver concerns to worry about anyone else.When I arrived at the courthouse, I had to walk several(prenominal) blocks this was the closest place to park. I waited outside in line with at least a hundred people, most of whom had a board flyer in their hands. It took a while to get inside because of the metal detectors. I find that many people were able to cut to the front of the line. It seemed that they were court employees or la wyers. Once inside, I had to put my bag and keys in the tray onwards being admitted. A woman in the other line score off the detector, and the guard checked her over carefully.Clearly, security is very puckish in the courthouse. I checked the schedule that was posted on the skirt so I could figure out what courtroom to visit. I was early, so I had to wait outside in the hallway for a half(a) hour before entering with a large group of people. The sit in the courtroom were almost completely filled I barely waited about ten minutes before the bailiff instructed us to remain lull during the proceedings, to turn off our cell phones, and for the defendants to remain in the courtroom until they had been called.I noticed a few men and women sitting in the front draining suits and holding briefcases. The bailiff opened a door and several men and women habilimented in jail jumpsuits sat down in the jury box. At this call for, the bailiff told us to rise and announced the judge as the honorable sample Ronald Meeks. He was accompanied by a woman with a bundle of files. The bailiff introduced everyone the woman was the file clerk. There was also a court newsperson and two clerks. The first case was called. A young black male person was led to the defense reaction table from the jury box, and Judge Meeks instructed the prosecutor to begin.He verbalize that the young man was being arraigned on charges of possession of narcotics with clothed to sell. The intent to sell was implied because of the amount of drugs he possessed at the time of his arrest. The judge asked if the defendant had any formers, and was told that he had been arrested twice before on the akin charges and convicted once. The defendant had just been released from the county jail three months earlier. At this point, the judge asked for a bail recommendation, and the prosecutor requested that it be set at $50,000.The defense lawyer, an older black woman dressed in designer clothes, argued t hat he could not afford the bail because he didnt have a job. She assured Meeks that he lived at home with his mother and that his mother would accommo learn responsibility to make sure he came to court for his trial. The judge told her that because of his prior conviction, the amount of bail would stand. Judge Meeks asked if there was anything else, and both lawyers stated that they were finished. At this point, the judge turned to the clerk and asked her to set a trial date.She gave a date that was two months away, but the prosecutor said that he was unavailable. The date was finally set three months ahead. Once the case was dismissed, the prosecutor remained at the table and the defense lawyer and her client left hand the courtroom. It was at this point that I realized they were doing arraignments the entire day in this courtroom. One by one, the defendants would go up with their lawyers (or in some cases, they would meet a popular defender) and hear the charges against them and the amount of bail to be set. There was no drama, and there were no arguments.It was all very quiet and civilized. As I left the courtroom, I saw jury members going in and out of the jury room. Many of them were on cell phones, complaining about hold to be released. The courthouse was very crowded that day, and there were many individual courtrooms with people waiting outside. I can understand now why the courts have such a long backlog of cases. There are far too many people seeking a judges attention, and too few employees to handle the masses. My final impression is that a courthouse is probably the shell place to work because it seems that there is a job for everyone.