Personal Narrative Essay: New Jersey Vs. Alexander Gregory
Judge Judy Trent – a woman without a real father
Alexander Gregory
The door closed after the last defender and I brushed some hairs out of my face.
“Why can people not act normal?” I asked myself quietly and looked through the plan.
“Okay, everybody…The next one is a 16-year-old-boy.” said I and studied the case. The boy drove drunken. Feelings rushed in my mind – there was nothing that I hated more than drunken drive. I suppressed my thoughts and concentrated on my work.
The entrance opened again and three people went in – the lawyer, the mother, and the defendant. “Hello Janet.” I smiled at the woman.
“I haven’t seen you for a while. Still working at the home?” Janet and I shook hands and the three sat down.
“Well, let’s start.” I said after the witnesses came in, “Good morning, everybody. I’ve looked over the papers here, and in the case of New Jersey versus Alexander Gregory, the …show more content…
The clock said 11 o’clock, in two hours it would be time for lunch and until then I had to declare about three sentences when all went well. I groaned and stood up to go to another courtroom. This would be a long day.
As wet as the November
After one week, I got my first letter from Alexander Gregory. The letter showed exactly my thoughts about the uneasy human-service, but this was not the point. The thing that made my curious was a name, a simple name. It made me hold on my breath and a lump was in my throat – I was literally shocked. Solomon Lewis. This was the old man Alexander Gregory cared about and he had the same name like my father.
“Calm down, Judy.” I muttered to myself and stood up to search the papers of Alexander Gregory.
Alexander Gregory, drunken driving, sentence: human-service… I found the page fast as well as the information about the nursing home. Without missing a beat, I called the home and asked for Mr Lewis.
“Egbert P. Johnson Memorial Home for the Aged, Ms Case speaking.” answered a fine female
Alexander Gregory
The door closed after the last defender and I brushed some hairs out of my face.
“Why can people not act normal?” I asked myself quietly and looked through the plan.
“Okay, everybody…The next one is a 16-year-old-boy.” said I and studied the case. The boy drove drunken. Feelings rushed in my mind – there was nothing that I hated more than drunken drive. I suppressed my thoughts and concentrated on my work.
The entrance opened again and three people went in – the lawyer, the mother, and the defendant. “Hello Janet.” I smiled at the woman.
“I haven’t seen you for a while. Still working at the home?” Janet and I shook hands and the three sat down.
“Well, let’s start.” I said after the witnesses came in, “Good morning, everybody. I’ve looked over the papers here, and in the case of New Jersey versus Alexander Gregory, the …show more content…
The clock said 11 o’clock, in two hours it would be time for lunch and until then I had to declare about three sentences when all went well. I groaned and stood up to go to another courtroom. This would be a long day.
As wet as the November
After one week, I got my first letter from Alexander Gregory. The letter showed exactly my thoughts about the uneasy human-service, but this was not the point. The thing that made my curious was a name, a simple name. It made me hold on my breath and a lump was in my throat – I was literally shocked. Solomon Lewis. This was the old man Alexander Gregory cared about and he had the same name like my father.
“Calm down, Judy.” I muttered to myself and stood up to search the papers of Alexander Gregory.
Alexander Gregory, drunken driving, sentence: human-service… I found the page fast as well as the information about the nursing home. Without missing a beat, I called the home and asked for Mr Lewis.
“Egbert P. Johnson Memorial Home for the Aged, Ms Case speaking.” answered a fine female