early draft - would love some help
Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 7:50 pm
I was four years old when I was first told that I would make a good lawyer. My friends and I would bring play swords to pre-school and fight with them, but one day the fighting got out of hand and our teacher banned swords from her room. When I walked into class the next day holding the plastic sheath of my favorite sword, my teacher stopped me and said, “I thought I told you no more swords.” “It’s not a sword,” I replied. “It’s a sheath.” Beaten on the technicality, my teacher allowed me to play with the sheath – as if it were a sword – for the rest of the day. When my mom came that afternoon to pick me up, my teacher told her the story, and as they were laughing my teacher looked at me and said, “You’re going to be a good lawyer some day.”
My mom liked to tell me that story when I was in high school. As with all teenagers, I was going through an identity crisis, but mine was especially acute due to a lack of male role models in my life. My dad passed away from brain cancer when I was five, and while I’ve been blessed with a very loving and supportive family, I’ve never had someone I could point to and say, “I want to be him.” This led me to struggle with my identity throughout my life, and it is something I am only now coming to understand. One of the manifestations of the struggle was an obsession with determining what career I would pursue – I always thought that if I could figure out what I wanted to be, I would be able to figure out “who I am.” In high school, I would become exasperated with myself and ask my mom what she thought I should be. She would tell me what my pre-school teacher had told me, and then she would say, “Just do what you love, and the rest will take care of itself.”
That answer was always frustrating, but after a while it started to make sense – I needed to figure out who I was before I figured out what I wanted to be. So I began to search for what I loved, and I finally found it when I took an introductory philosophy course during my first semester of college. I didn’t like philosophy per se – it was too impractical for me – but I liked reading dense texts, I liked the challenge of clearly articulating my ideas in a persuasive essay, and, above all else, I loved arguing. I have always loved competition, and once I had engaged in the intellectual combat of debate in that philosophy class, I knew I had discovered my passion. So in college I took as many classes emphasizing argument as I could, and I placed sixth out of over 800 students in a persuasive speech contest. Indeed, I became a philosophy major because I loved the debates that philosophy classes fostered.
Once I had discovered that I loved arguing, deciding to become a lawyer was easy. I wasn’t satisfied yet, however – I wanted to figure out what kind of lawyer I would be. My initial impression of the legal profession was that all lawyers were trial lawyers, but after working for two law firms and devouring every book about the legal profession I could find, I realized that my initial impression was mistaken. I still thought that I would enjoy practicing law even if I wasn’t a trial lawyer, but I knew that my attraction to the legal profession was based on my desire to argue in court. So I started asking around and doing more research, and it quickly became apparent that the area of law in which trials were most common was criminal law.
I was soon researching criminal law in every available way. I read books, scoured the internet, and talked to criminal lawyers. Indeed, the entire motivation behind interning with the U.S. Attorney’s Office was to find out more about criminal law. But I was surprised by my experience at the U.S. Attorney’s Office. While I have a deep respect for the prosecutors with whom I worked, I was quickly captivated by the defense attorneys, especially the public defenders, with whom the prosecutors dealt every day. The public defenders were passionate about what they were doing – they loved fighting for the underdog – and it showed in their creativity, tenacity, and ingenuity. I would sit through hearings in awe as the public defenders attempted to outwit and outmaneuver their adversaries, and after talking to them about their career choice, I found their fervor to be contagious. By the end of my internship that summer, I had seen enough to finally put to rest the question that had followed me throughout my life – I want to be a public defender.
My mom liked to tell me that story when I was in high school. As with all teenagers, I was going through an identity crisis, but mine was especially acute due to a lack of male role models in my life. My dad passed away from brain cancer when I was five, and while I’ve been blessed with a very loving and supportive family, I’ve never had someone I could point to and say, “I want to be him.” This led me to struggle with my identity throughout my life, and it is something I am only now coming to understand. One of the manifestations of the struggle was an obsession with determining what career I would pursue – I always thought that if I could figure out what I wanted to be, I would be able to figure out “who I am.” In high school, I would become exasperated with myself and ask my mom what she thought I should be. She would tell me what my pre-school teacher had told me, and then she would say, “Just do what you love, and the rest will take care of itself.”
That answer was always frustrating, but after a while it started to make sense – I needed to figure out who I was before I figured out what I wanted to be. So I began to search for what I loved, and I finally found it when I took an introductory philosophy course during my first semester of college. I didn’t like philosophy per se – it was too impractical for me – but I liked reading dense texts, I liked the challenge of clearly articulating my ideas in a persuasive essay, and, above all else, I loved arguing. I have always loved competition, and once I had engaged in the intellectual combat of debate in that philosophy class, I knew I had discovered my passion. So in college I took as many classes emphasizing argument as I could, and I placed sixth out of over 800 students in a persuasive speech contest. Indeed, I became a philosophy major because I loved the debates that philosophy classes fostered.
Once I had discovered that I loved arguing, deciding to become a lawyer was easy. I wasn’t satisfied yet, however – I wanted to figure out what kind of lawyer I would be. My initial impression of the legal profession was that all lawyers were trial lawyers, but after working for two law firms and devouring every book about the legal profession I could find, I realized that my initial impression was mistaken. I still thought that I would enjoy practicing law even if I wasn’t a trial lawyer, but I knew that my attraction to the legal profession was based on my desire to argue in court. So I started asking around and doing more research, and it quickly became apparent that the area of law in which trials were most common was criminal law.
I was soon researching criminal law in every available way. I read books, scoured the internet, and talked to criminal lawyers. Indeed, the entire motivation behind interning with the U.S. Attorney’s Office was to find out more about criminal law. But I was surprised by my experience at the U.S. Attorney’s Office. While I have a deep respect for the prosecutors with whom I worked, I was quickly captivated by the defense attorneys, especially the public defenders, with whom the prosecutors dealt every day. The public defenders were passionate about what they were doing – they loved fighting for the underdog – and it showed in their creativity, tenacity, and ingenuity. I would sit through hearings in awe as the public defenders attempted to outwit and outmaneuver their adversaries, and after talking to them about their career choice, I found their fervor to be contagious. By the end of my internship that summer, I had seen enough to finally put to rest the question that had followed me throughout my life – I want to be a public defender.