Willing to sell my soul for judgement! PLEASE CRITIQUE ME
Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 6:02 pm
Ok, this was a big rewrite. I brought a little lightness back into it and focused on one aspect instead of trying to spread myself too thin with multiple stories in one PS. Please give me any critiques that you have, I am hoping to submit my apps tonight. I am willing to do a PS swap with anyone who'll give me some strong critiques. Thanks everybody, and Happy Thanksgiving!
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I had never seen the inside of a Cessna until the morning of April 10th, 2010, when I crawled into one with a parachute strapped to my back. I was using my 25th birthday as an excuse for taking this adventure that I had been planning for at least four years, but I knew the real reason was that my mother had passed away only five months earlier and I felt like it was time for me to put my plans into action. Making a change is never easy, but almost everyone can look back on their life and find the moments that altered who they were and where they were going. In reality, sometimes it takes a major shock to motivate a person to pursue their dreams again. My life has been punctuated with change; my parents’ divorce, growing up abroad, transferring colleges; but it was my mother’s death and the aftermath that has had the greatest impact on who I have become as a person and why I have decided to pursue a career in law.
On the morning of November 18, 2009, I had to catch an early flight to a training program for a new job that I had recently started. After I checked in for my flight, I decided to give my mother a call in Germany, since we had not spoken in a week or so and it was unusual for us to go this long without talking. We both were dealing with new developments in our lives and I was worried about how she was doing. I had just started my new job, but more importantly, I had recently decided that I wanted to pursue a career in law and was preparing for the February LSAT. As my biggest confidant and supporter, my mother was one of the few people who knew about my dream and was pushing me to make it a reality. She too was dealing with a major change; after living in Germany for almost fourteen years straight, she had finally purchased a home and had moved in only two or three weeks earlier. I knew that the move was wearing on her and I was excited to find out how far she had gotten in unpacking, but her boss answered her phone unexpectedly on the sixth ring and turned my life upside down with a ten minute conversation.
After her memorial service, I accepted the responsibility of executor of her estate, since my older brother lived three time zones away in Portland, Oregon. Realizing that this role afforded me little time to mourn, I quickly began working our lawyer in South Carolina to open the probate proceedings so that I could finalize her affairs in the United States. On top of this obligation, my brother and I took a four day trip to Germany to resolve the real estate situation there, begin repacking the new house, and escort her remains home. With all of this accomplished before the Christmas holiday, I felt that I had successfully discharged my duties as executor and finally allowed myself the time to grieve and reflect. As the calendar changed to a new year, I was consumed by an overwhelming depression that reduced me to a shell of my former self caused me to abandon my plans for law school. In February, however, a new problem suddenly came to the forefront.
Due to the complex relationship between German and American probate codes, my brother and I were still liable for almost $600,000 of debt between real estate and medical bills in Europe. Since our local probate lawyer was ill-prepared to handle this international situation, I took responsibility for solving the problem. I began spending hours after work in the library researching German and American legal code; I worked with German consulates in Portland, Oregon; Atlanta, Georgia; and Greenville, South Carolina; and consulted lawyers in South Carolina; Washington, D.C.; and Frankfurt, Germany. With their help, I was able to uncover a method where we could dispose of the German liabilities without affecting the estate in the United States. As I called my brother to tell him the wonderful news, I felt a rush of excitement and realized that solving this complex international issue had revitalized my desire to pursue a career in law. I registered for the June LSAT soon after.
So, as I sat in the open door of the tiny plane on April 10th, I thought about how much my life had changed over the past five months. I realized that coping with my mother’s death would continue to be difficult, but at least the loss had forced me to move forward with my plans. Instead of spending my life wondering who I might have been if she were still living, I was confident in who I had become in the wake of her death and my new direction. I knew that nothing would stop me from entering law school and spending the rest of my life helping people understand the complex legal system that I had only begun to learn how to navigate. Nothing, that is, except a malfunctioning parachute.
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I had never seen the inside of a Cessna until the morning of April 10th, 2010, when I crawled into one with a parachute strapped to my back. I was using my 25th birthday as an excuse for taking this adventure that I had been planning for at least four years, but I knew the real reason was that my mother had passed away only five months earlier and I felt like it was time for me to put my plans into action. Making a change is never easy, but almost everyone can look back on their life and find the moments that altered who they were and where they were going. In reality, sometimes it takes a major shock to motivate a person to pursue their dreams again. My life has been punctuated with change; my parents’ divorce, growing up abroad, transferring colleges; but it was my mother’s death and the aftermath that has had the greatest impact on who I have become as a person and why I have decided to pursue a career in law.
On the morning of November 18, 2009, I had to catch an early flight to a training program for a new job that I had recently started. After I checked in for my flight, I decided to give my mother a call in Germany, since we had not spoken in a week or so and it was unusual for us to go this long without talking. We both were dealing with new developments in our lives and I was worried about how she was doing. I had just started my new job, but more importantly, I had recently decided that I wanted to pursue a career in law and was preparing for the February LSAT. As my biggest confidant and supporter, my mother was one of the few people who knew about my dream and was pushing me to make it a reality. She too was dealing with a major change; after living in Germany for almost fourteen years straight, she had finally purchased a home and had moved in only two or three weeks earlier. I knew that the move was wearing on her and I was excited to find out how far she had gotten in unpacking, but her boss answered her phone unexpectedly on the sixth ring and turned my life upside down with a ten minute conversation.
After her memorial service, I accepted the responsibility of executor of her estate, since my older brother lived three time zones away in Portland, Oregon. Realizing that this role afforded me little time to mourn, I quickly began working our lawyer in South Carolina to open the probate proceedings so that I could finalize her affairs in the United States. On top of this obligation, my brother and I took a four day trip to Germany to resolve the real estate situation there, begin repacking the new house, and escort her remains home. With all of this accomplished before the Christmas holiday, I felt that I had successfully discharged my duties as executor and finally allowed myself the time to grieve and reflect. As the calendar changed to a new year, I was consumed by an overwhelming depression that reduced me to a shell of my former self caused me to abandon my plans for law school. In February, however, a new problem suddenly came to the forefront.
Due to the complex relationship between German and American probate codes, my brother and I were still liable for almost $600,000 of debt between real estate and medical bills in Europe. Since our local probate lawyer was ill-prepared to handle this international situation, I took responsibility for solving the problem. I began spending hours after work in the library researching German and American legal code; I worked with German consulates in Portland, Oregon; Atlanta, Georgia; and Greenville, South Carolina; and consulted lawyers in South Carolina; Washington, D.C.; and Frankfurt, Germany. With their help, I was able to uncover a method where we could dispose of the German liabilities without affecting the estate in the United States. As I called my brother to tell him the wonderful news, I felt a rush of excitement and realized that solving this complex international issue had revitalized my desire to pursue a career in law. I registered for the June LSAT soon after.
So, as I sat in the open door of the tiny plane on April 10th, I thought about how much my life had changed over the past five months. I realized that coping with my mother’s death would continue to be difficult, but at least the loss had forced me to move forward with my plans. Instead of spending my life wondering who I might have been if she were still living, I was confident in who I had become in the wake of her death and my new direction. I knew that nothing would stop me from entering law school and spending the rest of my life helping people understand the complex legal system that I had only begun to learn how to navigate. Nothing, that is, except a malfunctioning parachute.