Less pressure than the moot- where we actually go to the frakking COURT ROOM and have to stand and be all awkward and 'don't look at me'. At least we get to sit, which makes reading straight from my notes a lot easier, lol. I totally panicked at the moot when I was standing and trying to read from my notes in the plastic pockets of the folder and going, 'oh, crap, the reflection of the light off the plastic means I CAN'T SEE A SINGLE WORD'. I had to ad-lib, which is never a good thing, til I could unobtrusively pull out the sheets of notes. Ugh.
But lot less fun than mediation, where I spoke a grand total of TWO TIMES and one of those was to introduce myself...and yet got a credit!
This was just plain nerve-wracking and even though I only wrote it up yesterday, I had a good grasp on the law and I knew my facts and everything, but I couldn't LOOK at the arbitrator- a 5th year student who is smart enough to tutor 3rd years, yikes- and I know my voice cracked and wavered a lot and when he asked me a question, I was so lost and floundered around so pitifully that he had to be merciful and TELL ME THE ANSWER. Damn damn damn.
Anyway, the happy news is, he was all 'okay, you guys turned up in a suit, so you all passed' and seriously, that is how much this entire exercise in worthlessness actually means. As long as you dress the part and know who you're 'representing', you pass. All this agony for so little. God save me from public speaking...