Our day in court, part deux
This morning we were in Falmouth Trial Court, again for a hearing about Robert's incident with his teacher in September.
We got there at 8:30, and waited around until about 10:15 or so before they called our docket number. By then, our attorney had already talked with the District Attorney, who made clear to him that they would continue this matter until January.
In other words, nothing happened. It's quite frustrating.
Falmouth Trial Court is an interesting facility, in a surreal, Terry Gilliam/Brazil-sort of way.
It's housed inside an old National Guard depot -- a large brick structure that has a huge sliding garage door on one end, presumably to let through tanks, half tracks or whatever else they stored in there.
You can see the outside architecture when you're in the building, and the ceiling is actually quite pretty stained hardwood planks. The arched ceiling and the hardwood gives the impression of the hull of a boat.
But inside, the state has built a courtroom, offices and cubicles out of prefabricated construction materials -- it's almost a building within a building, with self-contained walls, ceilings and floors, all visible from the lobby and corridors that run down the length of each side.
It's all very bizarre. It seems that no attempt was made to integrate the court's design into the architecture of the building -- as if the state simply had this facility available, and used whatever resources they had on hand to graft a courthouse inside of it. Which I'm sure isn't very far from the truth.
Our overachieving son was easily the youngest person in the lobby today by five or six years. Most were there on juvenile matters, and most looked to be at least 15 or 16 years old.