PS, reapplication because of severe family hardships
Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 3:53 pm
This is my first rough draft... I have not done any real cutting or condensing. After reading it over, however I am trying to see if this emphasizes why I want to go to law school and why I am ready to go to law school... I already applied last year but and didnt want to use the same essay that I applied with last year... I am assuming that the schools I applied to last year still have my old PS... the reason for me prolonging my enrollement pretty much the main topic of this PS.. It is not complete, I just want to see what people thought before I pursue this any further... any advise, criticism, etc. is welcome... thank you in advance...
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As I sat in my car watching my father wave goodbye before he took those final steps through the entrance of the Helen Hayes Memorial Hospital, like he’d done so many times before, I couldn’t help but choke back my tears of sadness. Here was the man that, for as long as I can remember, has been the bedrock of my family, now fighting to retain the very pieces of himself that made him the man I looked up to for guidance. He was the one who taught me to always take care of my responsibilities and to persevere through adversity, and ironically its only fitting that now was one of those times.
On January 10th 2009, my father suffered from a cerebral infarction, also known as a stroke, and since than my family has been fighting nothing but an uphill battle. Coupled with the economic downturn that began in late 2008, my fathers cognitive degeneration proved too much for his employers to take him back. My mother, a teacher’s assistant, did not have the financial means to keep my family afloat, and with budget cuts hitting my home town, she did not possess the same job security that the teachers at her school did. It was around this same time that I was finally hearing back from law schools, and what was supposed to be a time full of joy about starting a new chapter in my life, the pages of my life story would take an abrupt and unexpected turn. With my father, now 63 years old, out of work, and struggling to retain his pre-stroke cognitive abilities, I had a clear decision to make. Incurring the mountain of debt my enrollment in law school would place on me was a burden I knew I had to bear to achieve my goals, but abandoning the very people who helped me get to this point in my life was not something I could do.
Deciding to prolong my legal education in order to provide any kind of buffer I could between my parents and financial ruin was not something I had planned for, nor was it something I was ready to endure. Everything leading up till that moment had been geared toward preparing myself for law school. When my father became ill, however, it threw a huge wrench in my plans to enroll, one which I never thought I would be able to overcome.
My father, continuing to struggle everyday with tasks that used to come second nature for him, really took its toll on my mother and I. While my father, which was the bedrock that once laid the foundation for my family was deteriorating steadily, my mother was the glue that held it together. As hard as it was for me to postpone my legal education until I could figure out some kind of way to make it a more financially viable option, I never forgot what my mother told me, “Always make the best of a bad situation.” Sucking up my pride and realizing where my responsibilities lay, I took a management position working for Target. While this was not my ideal choice for employment, it was the best option at the time. As miserable as I was, I looked at every day as an opportunity to learn something new and sought after any way I could better myself. I also applied for an internship with the District Attorneys office which only furthered my dreams of becoming a lawyer. I was partnered up with the former head of the internship program, a man with whom had only graduated from law school a few years ago. His dedication to his job and his commitment to public service inspired me to continue on the pursuit to law school.
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As I sat in my car watching my father wave goodbye before he took those final steps through the entrance of the Helen Hayes Memorial Hospital, like he’d done so many times before, I couldn’t help but choke back my tears of sadness. Here was the man that, for as long as I can remember, has been the bedrock of my family, now fighting to retain the very pieces of himself that made him the man I looked up to for guidance. He was the one who taught me to always take care of my responsibilities and to persevere through adversity, and ironically its only fitting that now was one of those times.
On January 10th 2009, my father suffered from a cerebral infarction, also known as a stroke, and since than my family has been fighting nothing but an uphill battle. Coupled with the economic downturn that began in late 2008, my fathers cognitive degeneration proved too much for his employers to take him back. My mother, a teacher’s assistant, did not have the financial means to keep my family afloat, and with budget cuts hitting my home town, she did not possess the same job security that the teachers at her school did. It was around this same time that I was finally hearing back from law schools, and what was supposed to be a time full of joy about starting a new chapter in my life, the pages of my life story would take an abrupt and unexpected turn. With my father, now 63 years old, out of work, and struggling to retain his pre-stroke cognitive abilities, I had a clear decision to make. Incurring the mountain of debt my enrollment in law school would place on me was a burden I knew I had to bear to achieve my goals, but abandoning the very people who helped me get to this point in my life was not something I could do.
Deciding to prolong my legal education in order to provide any kind of buffer I could between my parents and financial ruin was not something I had planned for, nor was it something I was ready to endure. Everything leading up till that moment had been geared toward preparing myself for law school. When my father became ill, however, it threw a huge wrench in my plans to enroll, one which I never thought I would be able to overcome.
My father, continuing to struggle everyday with tasks that used to come second nature for him, really took its toll on my mother and I. While my father, which was the bedrock that once laid the foundation for my family was deteriorating steadily, my mother was the glue that held it together. As hard as it was for me to postpone my legal education until I could figure out some kind of way to make it a more financially viable option, I never forgot what my mother told me, “Always make the best of a bad situation.” Sucking up my pride and realizing where my responsibilities lay, I took a management position working for Target. While this was not my ideal choice for employment, it was the best option at the time. As miserable as I was, I looked at every day as an opportunity to learn something new and sought after any way I could better myself. I also applied for an internship with the District Attorneys office which only furthered my dreams of becoming a lawyer. I was partnered up with the former head of the internship program, a man with whom had only graduated from law school a few years ago. His dedication to his job and his commitment to public service inspired me to continue on the pursuit to law school.