There comes a time in every law student’s life when he or she must come face to face with some of the more uncomfortable truths about their chosen path: long hours, ethical dilemmas, tricky workplace politics, and the vice-laden path to making partner await each of us. These realizations are difficult to come to terms with, and will be even more difficult to navigate once we are thrust into the world of legal practice. Grappling with the reality of our profession is something each of us should make an honest effort to do (or not, if you took the advice offered in Turn it Off). It’s an activity best undertaken thoroughly gin-soaked, riled up, and surrounded by your colleagues, collectively channeling the energy typically reserved for summaries and cover letters into one of the most hilarious and rousing nights Osgoode sees all year. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Mock Trial.
[Swelling orchestral music followed by an extended drumroll, courtesy of Mock Trial percussionist and band director Roger McIntosh]
Karolina: I’m still not sure what stood out more –the incredible energy and positivity that permeated through Osgoode’s halls before, during, and after Mock Trial (the building was practically buzzing with collegiality and camaraderie, the stress of our daily lives having seemingly dissipated for one blissful evening), or the show itself, which was unbelievably well performed and produced. We may be a bunch of over-worked, perpetually exhausted, and invariably spread thin law students, but you’d never know it from watching Mock Trial. Not only did it have gusto, the live music, dancing, singing, and acting were all far more polished than they should have been given our packed schedules. Put simply, all elements of Mock Trial were top-notch, and y’all made it look easy.
Having been blessed with 8:30 am classes five days a week, I thought it best to attend the more tame of the two nights. Consequently, while I can only speak to Wednesday’s performance, the faint but discernible smell of stale beer throughout Gowlings Hall on Friday morning told me that Thursday evening’s show lived up to its legacy.
Kendall: It certainly did. (With respect to 8:30 am classes five days a week, a lesson for you 1Ls: avoid these like the plague. Seriously, like you’re running for your life from 28 Days Later-style zombies in a The Road-style apocalypse.) There are precious few moments in a packed year that leave me more glowing with pride at the efforts of my colleagues than the two evenings of Mock Trial. Amidst the inevitable chaos, dozens of ambitious future lawyers set their academic interests aside for two months in service of a higher cause: the creation of five hours of Broadway-level enchantment.