Mike12188 wrote:I highly doubt you got in that many fights without instigating any. I was in High School once I was a wise ass and I also thought I was a tough guy. I would never write a PS about it. You should definitely put it in you addendum and try and convince the adcomms that you were only being a "hero"
Edit: booze,drugs, and violence
-also something I would not be admitting to in a PS
This reminds me of the PS that a kid wrote on here about being arresting for running a meth lab or something but trying to convince everyone he had no idea his friend was doing that and he had nothing to do with it
Hmmm . . . COMPARISON THREAD?????
METH LAB DUDE wrote:A risky topic but it's true and I'll have to disclose it at some point anyway. Any type of feedback is welcomed and appreciated...
“We’ve got something. Silver Camaro, dark tint, and XXXXX tags on a Friday afternoon? Suspect is inside. We’ll give it five and we’re moving in. This is it.”
I’ll never actually know what the conversation was among the Narcotics Unit of the XXXXXXX Sherriff’s Office, but I can imagine it was probably something along those lines.
Friday August 13th XXXX was the most terrifying day of my life. Ten days prior, I received a phone call from my childhood best friend, XXXXX, who was living in XXXXXXXX. He asked me to come get him, and said that he wanted to move back to XXXXX to get a fresh start. All I heard was that he wanted to come back to XXXXXX. I was going to have my best friend back.
It was around 3:30pm when I got there. I walked back to his room and he was just laying there on his bed, smiling. I think he was amazed that I actually came. He hadn’t packed a thing, which didn’t surprise me. I told him we had to get going, that it was a long drive. He told me to chill out, that it’d just take him a second.
Then there was the knock on the door.
A loud whisper came from his step-dad. “XXXX, it’s the police!” He jumped up and hid in the closet. I asked what was going on and he said to just lay on the bed and act casual. So I did. However, the casual act came to a halt when I looked up to see three men wearing all black with their guns pointed at me.
XXXX and I were arrested for possession of CDS II with intent to distribute, possession of marijuana, and possession of paraphernalia. I found out a month later from my attorney that he had sold methamphetamines to an undercover cop, and they were watching his house in an effort to catch the big exchange. I can’t say I blame them for mistaking my arrival for being just that. I’m also sure it didn’t help that I had to tell them the only time I had ever been in trouble was a year earlier when I pled guilty to criminal damage for doing “donuts” with my car in a gravel parking lot – in that very same town while visiting XXXX for his birthday. As the detective raised his eyebrows I realized my innocence wasn’t very convincing.
I was held for nearly 14 hours and was facing charges punishable by five years in prison. Additionally, I was told arraignment wouldn’t even be for another six months. Finally, after my parents posted over $8,000 in credit card collateral I was free. The charges were dropped four months later.
Four months is a long time to wonder every day if you’re going to end up in prison for something you weren’t involved in.
Before all of this took place I was content with my life. I had done just enough to get by in high school, hadn’t even considered going to college, and was working full-time at a job that I didn’t really care for. After seeing how in an instant happiness can be replaced with helplessness, freedom can be replaced with confinement, and innocence can be mistaken for guilt I became inspired to make some changes in my life. The biggest of all was beginning my college career less than five months after the arrest.
Legally I have no obligation to disclose that the trip to XXXXXXXX ever took place. I had it expunged, and there’s no record to be found anywhere. However, it impacted my life in a way that nothing else ever has, and most likely, ever will. It led to my interest in the American legal system and how it works. It has given me a perspective that most aspiring law students don’t enter the classroom having dealt with first hand – the perspective of the falsely accused facing prison time. Finally, it has given me the belief and faith that our legal system is just.
I aspire to one day be a criminal defense attorney that represents others who are suffering from the unwarranted fear and feeling of helplessness that I once felt. My journey since that August afternoon hasn’t been easy, but had it have been I don’t know that I would have done as well as I have. I look forward to challenging myself in XXXXXXX law program, and believe that my determination, unique experience, and academic success make me a viable candidate........
I can also tell you that when I was finally released I high tailed it the heck out of there, and was re-pulled over in a podunk town 20 miles away and accused of dumping off a meth-lab at a closed down gas station 3 miles back. I was re-cuffed and they drove my car back to their small station and I was questioned again regarding the entire situation. It was completely ridiculous and I will never set foot in Louisiana again. If I wasn't a terrified 19 year old kid I would have pressed the issue. I just wanted it dropped.