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Wednesday, May 13, 2009XO...XO..Clark KentMy eyes swept around the court room I was excited to be there. It was my first time in court as a forensic social worker and I got to sit in the lawyers section. Since court hadn’t began yet the court room was buzzing with conversation. Several feet in front of me a lawyer stood busily texting away on his blackberry. He glanced up at me realized I was on the job and smiled turning his attention back to his texting. He was tall and dark haired, with a broad chest, strong square, flattering wire rimmed glasses perched on an aquiline nose, slight cleft in his chin, and bore an uncanny resemblance to Clark Kent. His resemblance to the fictional comic book character didn’t go unnoticed by my official unoffical supervisor. Whatever he was texting seemed intense given the look on his face as he read his messages and responded. I nudged my official unofficial supervisor and began narrating Clark Kent’s messages. Well at least what I imagined him to be texting … “Batman, my bad didn’t see bat signal from here. No windows in court room. X0 X0, Clark Kent” My official unofficial supervisor giggled softly. Clark Kent frowned when Batman responded. He looked around and pounded the keys on his blackberry… “Can’t save world, stuck in court. No telephone booth to change in. X0 X0, Clark Kent” The next message came in quickly and Clark Kent seemed frustrated. I continued my narration with my official unofficial supervisor’s encouragement... “Call Super Girl she owes me one. You da’ man. X0 X0, Clark Kent” My official unofficial supervisor snorted. Her hand flew to her mouth in an attempt to stifle her laughter. “X0, X0, Clark Kent!” she snickered from behind her hand. The next message came and Clark Kent paused for a minute seeming to think about his response before he responded… “Wonder woman; don’t bother to send invisible jet no parking here. I’ll cab it when I’m done. BTW can I borrow your magic lasso for my date with Lois Lane tonite? X0… X0, Clark Kent” My official unofficial supervisor let loose an attention grabbing peal of laughter. When she turned to look at me she had tears in her eyes and was holding her side. “Stop Mia stop!” she gasped. “I can’t take no more…X0 X0… Clark Kent!” One of the court officers had been watching us and approached us… “You ladies having a good time?” he said with a smile on his face. “X0… X0, Clark Kent!” My official unofficial supervisor blurted out as she leaned into me. I patted her back with a perfectly straight face which seemed to send her over the edge even more. “There, there, woman calm yourself…X…0…X…0… Clark Kent.” I said just as the judge entered the court room. Labels: clark kent, court room, internship, legal aid, text messaging 1 comment from: ,
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