Personal Statement Draft
Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 12:52 am
I'm applying to a T4 school for spring entry. Though I haven't taken the LSAT yet, practice tests show that I'm around average for other applicants and my GPA is also about average for the school. I intend on pursuing a concentration that isn't super popular on campus, but I'd like to make my intentions known, as I am trying to also get some money from the school for that. So, any help on my PS would be helpful.
Thanks.
It was three in the morning when the knock sounded on my door. It was barely enough to wake me up. Three of my residents were in conflict with a fourth housemate. I had noticed that this had been an ongoing, slow-boiling problem. As a peer educator, you learn how to put an ear to the ground and gauge those under your supervision and care. I had never planned on this happening so late at night, though. But, as a residential assistant during my senior year in college, I had to be available to residents in their time of need. Unfortunately, this meant that sometimes sleep had to wait. What I didn't know is that sleep would be a long time in coming.
Facilitating mediation was not a major part of my training, and yet I anticipated it. I was excited about the prospect, and truthfully, it was one of the reasons I had applied for the position. When I sat down with the apartment of four to go over the issues that had arisen, I was cool and collected. After we all got seated, the residents of the apartment immediately took sides; unevenly, at that. I did what I felt necessary. At first, I listened. Grievances were flung unevenly, all aimed toward one particular resident – one I knew had been a problem earlier in the year. From there, I went into action.
The three AM meeting with my residents forced me to act quickly. I began to spin my words, one of the gifts I had, and calm the group. Though tempers flared, I remained quiet, simply playing the part of referee. When all was said, and all hands were laid out on the table, it was time to weave things together in order to get everyone to work together. I explained that compromise would be a necessity for resolving the conflicts at the root of this situation. Having been in a similar situation the year before, I drafted together what would be needed for the apartment to work out peacefully. With reluctance, all three agreed to the new code of rules in the apartment, and I felt as though my work was done.
It was during the events of this night which I felt I found my true calling. Before the early-morning's events, and getting the position as a residential assistant, I had been questioning just what I would do for a career. I knew I wanted to work with people, but in what context? I was at an odd stalemate with myself, torn between a career that might have been beneath me and graduate school, which I was becoming less-and-less impassioned about. I had the opportunity to work in a law firm recently, and it was here I discovered a new interest, and that of law.
Law began to appeal to me more and more as I worked that summer. It was not just a foundation of our society, as I understood it, but also an intriguing aspect of life which had since eluded me. Sure I had watched a few episodes of Law and Order, and sat in a room for jury selection, but I had no idea just exactly how the law worked. As I learned more from my boss, and read briefs and various court documents, I immersed myself in a new world.
Tort, however, would not be where I wanted to place myself in a legal career. I did research and studied what else was out there in the legal world. Upon discovering mediation, it felt like the thing I was made for. Alternate dispute resolution was something that seemed to me a field where I would be able to use many of the abilities I’ve honed over the years.
My role in this meeting, though passive, was integral to the troublesome quartet’s working out their problems. It was an uneasy peace that followed; however, I felt that it was something that would take getting used to. Four people, enclosed in a single space, were bound to create problems with one another. My experiences early that morning allowed me to demonstrate to myself the skills that I possess required to calm people, and work out their problems in a peaceful manner. Though each of these residents could have filed complaints with the housing office, and had opportunities to move, they all wanted to work together and, through me, come to a peaceful conclusion of a particularly nasty fight.
Though legal mediation is not quite the same as tending the careful balance of power in a household of college students, I feel as though it is a field that I would fit into. Navigating a mixture of social and legal roles, listening to complaints, and being something of a referee to the parties with complaints, is something very appealing to me.
Thanks.
It was three in the morning when the knock sounded on my door. It was barely enough to wake me up. Three of my residents were in conflict with a fourth housemate. I had noticed that this had been an ongoing, slow-boiling problem. As a peer educator, you learn how to put an ear to the ground and gauge those under your supervision and care. I had never planned on this happening so late at night, though. But, as a residential assistant during my senior year in college, I had to be available to residents in their time of need. Unfortunately, this meant that sometimes sleep had to wait. What I didn't know is that sleep would be a long time in coming.
Facilitating mediation was not a major part of my training, and yet I anticipated it. I was excited about the prospect, and truthfully, it was one of the reasons I had applied for the position. When I sat down with the apartment of four to go over the issues that had arisen, I was cool and collected. After we all got seated, the residents of the apartment immediately took sides; unevenly, at that. I did what I felt necessary. At first, I listened. Grievances were flung unevenly, all aimed toward one particular resident – one I knew had been a problem earlier in the year. From there, I went into action.
The three AM meeting with my residents forced me to act quickly. I began to spin my words, one of the gifts I had, and calm the group. Though tempers flared, I remained quiet, simply playing the part of referee. When all was said, and all hands were laid out on the table, it was time to weave things together in order to get everyone to work together. I explained that compromise would be a necessity for resolving the conflicts at the root of this situation. Having been in a similar situation the year before, I drafted together what would be needed for the apartment to work out peacefully. With reluctance, all three agreed to the new code of rules in the apartment, and I felt as though my work was done.
It was during the events of this night which I felt I found my true calling. Before the early-morning's events, and getting the position as a residential assistant, I had been questioning just what I would do for a career. I knew I wanted to work with people, but in what context? I was at an odd stalemate with myself, torn between a career that might have been beneath me and graduate school, which I was becoming less-and-less impassioned about. I had the opportunity to work in a law firm recently, and it was here I discovered a new interest, and that of law.
Law began to appeal to me more and more as I worked that summer. It was not just a foundation of our society, as I understood it, but also an intriguing aspect of life which had since eluded me. Sure I had watched a few episodes of Law and Order, and sat in a room for jury selection, but I had no idea just exactly how the law worked. As I learned more from my boss, and read briefs and various court documents, I immersed myself in a new world.
Tort, however, would not be where I wanted to place myself in a legal career. I did research and studied what else was out there in the legal world. Upon discovering mediation, it felt like the thing I was made for. Alternate dispute resolution was something that seemed to me a field where I would be able to use many of the abilities I’ve honed over the years.
My role in this meeting, though passive, was integral to the troublesome quartet’s working out their problems. It was an uneasy peace that followed; however, I felt that it was something that would take getting used to. Four people, enclosed in a single space, were bound to create problems with one another. My experiences early that morning allowed me to demonstrate to myself the skills that I possess required to calm people, and work out their problems in a peaceful manner. Though each of these residents could have filed complaints with the housing office, and had opportunities to move, they all wanted to work together and, through me, come to a peaceful conclusion of a particularly nasty fight.
Though legal mediation is not quite the same as tending the careful balance of power in a household of college students, I feel as though it is a field that I would fit into. Navigating a mixture of social and legal roles, listening to complaints, and being something of a referee to the parties with complaints, is something very appealing to me.