Will this get me in the 'ding' pile
Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 9:33 pm
166/3.81-looking to Fordham, GW, BU, USC, and most of all GULC part-time
A Worthy Replacement
It was the morning of my final argument for my moot court class and the butterflies in my stomach were hitting sixth gear. I recognized instantly that those bolts of nervousness and excitement were familiar to me. This feeling was unlike the anxiousness before any exam or interview; it was the raw, bursting energy before a competition. My teenage years were filled with these kinds of mornings when I played junior and varsity high school tennis. There would be no athletic skills involved in the ‘courtroom’ but the psychological and emotional aspects of the engagement reminded me of the tennis court. In the courtroom as on the tennis court, there occurs a contest that requires you to navigate between the obstacles that are presented by your opponent as well as your own personal limitations and uncertainties. This familiarity with the circumstances and these feelings would grow as I entered the waiting area to our classroom. I was amidst my opposing counsel as well as several invited audience members that would contribute in creating a more realistic environment for us to give our arguments. This group of spectators that included good friends of mine and other professors only intensified my already palpable sense of the occasion. As I entered the classroom, I knew that I had found a channel for my temperament and that it would test the attributes I believe to be essential to success in life.
Leading up to this day was a very rewarding semester that complemented and solidified the climb from the lowest point of my life two years prior. In the summer of 2007, I was preparing to attend Rutgers University and begin college life until I received a letter that would irrevocably change my life. I had a difficult year up to that point that included two car accidents, a bout of mononucleosis, and a failure-riddled academic senior year. The combination of these unfortunate events and poor choices resulted in a decision by Rutgers to rescind my acceptance and leave me without a university to attend. There was a gaping hole where my future once resided. In one fell swoop, all my good grades in high school as well as my strong SAT results were rubbed out. My only choice was to sign up to my local community college and work my way back to an academic standing that a more prestigious institution would be interested in for a transfer.
Until this point, my life was a series of unfulfilled passions and endeavors. I dreamt of being a tennis player until my lazy, immature approach to preparation and physical fitness ended in a career-ending back injury. Later on, I fell in love with cinema and went to a summer program to study directing only to find the disappointment of my first efforts disheartening enough to suspend my pursuit of an artistic enterprise. I was only 18 but my life was filled with unfinished projects and unsatisfied pursuits. The day I received the letter of rescind I was put in a position that would be a crucial turning point in my life and one I would look back on with either pride or deep regret depending on my response. I knew that my previously whimsical approach to life would not suffice and that I would need to remove all distractions and focus wholly on putting myself back on track. I lost many friends and probably a few fun parties but a year later, after my first real foray into work and study, I would receive a much different letter than the one from Rutgers. The letter read that I had been accepted into Bentley University and it signified that my sacrifices and change in attitude were paying off.
My first year at Bentley saw the continuation of my academic success but no real enthusiasm for the knowledge I was attaining. I needed something to replace my prior infatuations. I decided that I would take two intensive law classes and see whether this field would occupy the empty space. After several months researching cases and writing briefs for my moot court class, in addition to studying the history of the English Common Law and going on an academic trip to London to see the evolution and history of the western understanding of the law, I was intrigued to say the least. I had enjoyed delving into cases and developing arguments and was inspired by the significance and contribution that law had made to the progress and enlightenment of society. A passion was developing and it would fulminate on the morning of my final argument.
I would give a strong and rounded argument that day but I would also realize that what I had finally learned about the necessity of rigorous and unrelenting effort had found a mature and worthy outlet. It inspired me as I reflected that I was fighting in an arena of doctrines and justice. I had replaced a youthful fascination with the glory of athletic success for the ethical defense of principles. That competitive spirit which had lain dormant in me since my tennis-playing days was awoken and manifested itself now in a humanitarian and intellectual endeavor.
A Worthy Replacement
It was the morning of my final argument for my moot court class and the butterflies in my stomach were hitting sixth gear. I recognized instantly that those bolts of nervousness and excitement were familiar to me. This feeling was unlike the anxiousness before any exam or interview; it was the raw, bursting energy before a competition. My teenage years were filled with these kinds of mornings when I played junior and varsity high school tennis. There would be no athletic skills involved in the ‘courtroom’ but the psychological and emotional aspects of the engagement reminded me of the tennis court. In the courtroom as on the tennis court, there occurs a contest that requires you to navigate between the obstacles that are presented by your opponent as well as your own personal limitations and uncertainties. This familiarity with the circumstances and these feelings would grow as I entered the waiting area to our classroom. I was amidst my opposing counsel as well as several invited audience members that would contribute in creating a more realistic environment for us to give our arguments. This group of spectators that included good friends of mine and other professors only intensified my already palpable sense of the occasion. As I entered the classroom, I knew that I had found a channel for my temperament and that it would test the attributes I believe to be essential to success in life.
Leading up to this day was a very rewarding semester that complemented and solidified the climb from the lowest point of my life two years prior. In the summer of 2007, I was preparing to attend Rutgers University and begin college life until I received a letter that would irrevocably change my life. I had a difficult year up to that point that included two car accidents, a bout of mononucleosis, and a failure-riddled academic senior year. The combination of these unfortunate events and poor choices resulted in a decision by Rutgers to rescind my acceptance and leave me without a university to attend. There was a gaping hole where my future once resided. In one fell swoop, all my good grades in high school as well as my strong SAT results were rubbed out. My only choice was to sign up to my local community college and work my way back to an academic standing that a more prestigious institution would be interested in for a transfer.
Until this point, my life was a series of unfulfilled passions and endeavors. I dreamt of being a tennis player until my lazy, immature approach to preparation and physical fitness ended in a career-ending back injury. Later on, I fell in love with cinema and went to a summer program to study directing only to find the disappointment of my first efforts disheartening enough to suspend my pursuit of an artistic enterprise. I was only 18 but my life was filled with unfinished projects and unsatisfied pursuits. The day I received the letter of rescind I was put in a position that would be a crucial turning point in my life and one I would look back on with either pride or deep regret depending on my response. I knew that my previously whimsical approach to life would not suffice and that I would need to remove all distractions and focus wholly on putting myself back on track. I lost many friends and probably a few fun parties but a year later, after my first real foray into work and study, I would receive a much different letter than the one from Rutgers. The letter read that I had been accepted into Bentley University and it signified that my sacrifices and change in attitude were paying off.
My first year at Bentley saw the continuation of my academic success but no real enthusiasm for the knowledge I was attaining. I needed something to replace my prior infatuations. I decided that I would take two intensive law classes and see whether this field would occupy the empty space. After several months researching cases and writing briefs for my moot court class, in addition to studying the history of the English Common Law and going on an academic trip to London to see the evolution and history of the western understanding of the law, I was intrigued to say the least. I had enjoyed delving into cases and developing arguments and was inspired by the significance and contribution that law had made to the progress and enlightenment of society. A passion was developing and it would fulminate on the morning of my final argument.
I would give a strong and rounded argument that day but I would also realize that what I had finally learned about the necessity of rigorous and unrelenting effort had found a mature and worthy outlet. It inspired me as I reflected that I was fighting in an arena of doctrines and justice. I had replaced a youthful fascination with the glory of athletic success for the ethical defense of principles. That competitive spirit which had lain dormant in me since my tennis-playing days was awoken and manifested itself now in a humanitarian and intellectual endeavor.