Sophomore Year

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  It's almost as if life flips and turns one around, purposefully, to teach one a lesson.

  Rodney adjusted his blazer, as he walked into the court room. He sat next to his two other classmates. He looked over at the judge—she looked like Judge Judy to him, he glanced around and took in his surroundings.

He wondered if one day, someday, he would be in the position his professor is currently in. She sat along side the defendant.

He watched as professor Davis stood up. She paced back and forth, before facing the jury. "Ladies and gentle of the jury, all of the evidence tallied up are pure allegations. No hardcore evidence."

Professor Davis is also a lawyer, she takes pride in her work. Her work ethic is something that's well recognized. Rodney wondered if she really believed that ole boy was innocent.

She's a superior liar, so who knows if shawty' did the shit or not. Ole professional lying ass... Boy this really is my dream job. Lying? I lie so well. I lie all the time, and then I sauce it up and make it believable—he thought to himself.

He twiddled with his fingers, paying attention intentively. He remembered how Professor Davis would say from the way you walked, moved your hands, and the base in your voice... Determined the person's fate. A stretch, shawty reaching for the stars—the most important part is the confidence portion...

"My client was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, agreeable. But at what point was he seen stealing—stealing anything for that matter." She paused. "If anything, why aren't the fingers pointing at Mrs. Sanders. She is the one who called the police, while happening to be wandering the streets at two AM—"

"Your honor—"

"Why we're you wandering the streets at two Am, who's to say you didn't commit the crime then pinned it on the first person you saw?"

Silence settled in the air. Rodney's eyes switched from Professor Davis to whom he presumed to be Mrs.Sanders.

"It would've been a different case had the police been called by the connivence store that my client supposedly robbed, and held people at gunpoint—"

"Well explain why he had a gun, and a sack full of marijuana?"

Rodney wondered: what the hell does marijuana have to do with anything?

"Marijuana? What does the have to do with this case?" Professor Davis clicked her heels as she paced around.

"If he's capable of breaking one law, then what does that tell you..." The opposing lawyer, a tall lean white man, spoke. "My client, taking a walk in her neighborhood at anytime of day is her business, what was Mr.Grey's business in a neighborhood thirty minutes—no, sorry. 35 minutes away from his home?"

Rodney withheld from oohing. The rush of excitement he felt, made he anxious in a good way. For some reason he could see himself being in Professor Davis shoes. Dropping facts like bombs, and having a stern face. The timidness you feel flocking around in her presence, she had so much authority.