I've had 2×2 week sessions as a juror.
I’ve been a bailiff on a court-martial, way back in (probably) 1989. That one was for sexual misconduct with a minor. Found guilty, but from where I was sitting, I had more than a reasonable doubt about it, but that was just me.
The most enjoyable part about that was that I was an airman (E-3, pretty low enlisted rank), but as bailiff, I had “the power of the court” behind me, and when a Lt. Col wouldn’t turn his pager off, I got to manhandle him a little escorting him out. The judge was so pissed off, when he instructed me to escort him from the courtroom, he even added “…and don’t bother being gentle about it!”
Sometime probably 20 or so years ago, I was a juror on a child abuse (beating, not sex), and that was something out of a TV show. The family were portrayed as a bunch of oddballs, because they were living off the grid before that was ever a thing, and didn’t have a phone or a TV or anything like that.
The accused, the father, chose to defend himself, and it was obvious he was, to be kind about it, a little eccentric. He was all over the place, bringing up things that had nothing to do with anything. He was very hard to follow.
The case ended up being dismissed, because the teenaged daughter finally admitted, in court, that she’d gotten blind drunk and fallen down the stairs at home, and on top of that, the social services investigator was found to have asked highly inappropriate and leading questions, and we got to listen to a solid 10 minutes of the judge ripping her a new one when he dismissed the case.