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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 7:00 pm
Hi ya'll. I have around a 3.1 LSDAS gpa and 164 LSAT, looking to apply to mostly low tier one and high tier two schools. Like my GPA, my soft's are not great. I wanted a strong topic to write about but now I am afraid my scope is too narrow. By being this narrow I talk less about myself. Still, I feel I haven't gone deep enough in describing myself. Quickly reviewing it, I just don't think I do a good job of formally conveying my experiences, work, and character. I think I failed in my attempt to adhere to this guide. I don't want to scrap it, but I still don't know how much too cut. I need your help on this one.
I intend to add another paragraph at the end.
(698 words, 2 lines under 2 pages)
*EDIT*- Oh right I forgot, in one of my many campus visits I talked for an hour with an assistant director of admissions, touring the building and obviously doing a great deal of talking. (Apparently it was a slow day for her) With that particular law school, should I write a "why x" paragraph and mention it?
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The last night I spent in the Dominican Republic I could not sleep. I had acclimated to the sweltering heat. My diet of instant oatmeal and bottled water made for a settled stomach. The prospect of cockroaches climbing up the legs of my bed did not bother me; I had coated the legs with bug spray. It was my mind that kept me awake. I had lost faith in our group’s purpose. I originally thought the name of the organization, Meeting God in Missions, implied we would advocate our beliefs through service. Instead I discovered these missionaries stroked their own ego at the expense of those they served. Their indifference inspires the opposite in me.
I preferred to work at an aid station, but one day towards the end of my stay I set out to distribute food instead of pills. Our destination was a village in the sugar cane fields outside of town. The arrival of our two large diesel trucks created a commotion, and a restless crowd gathered around the parked convoy. Our team leader quickly lost his patience with the unruly crowd and told us to leave without doling out the food. In hindsight I realize he was concerned for our own safety since we were in an unfamiliar area and many of the missionaries were minors, but the indifference of my friends disturbed me. Our failure to minister to the Haitian migrant workers did not affect them as it did me. We could not make a plan to return or eventually deliver the food, as if it was not even needed. This furthered a sad pattern of disinterest in our failures. It drove home the lethargy of the organization. I initially expected us to accomplish much more.
During my last night in the Dominican Republic I laid in bed with insomnia, separated from stockpiled food by a concrete wall. I could not form the words which I have since then been able to express. We did not dutifully meet people’s needs. We entertained our own emotional sentiments about the romance of our ministry. With this attitude it made sense that if we did not fulfill our goals for the day we should still sleep well, because our beds are comfortable and our stomachs are full. I could not do the same, because I could not shake the feeling that this was more like a vacation than a vocation. The testimony of missionaries in church, given in the Dominican Republic and back home, focused solely on their own spiritual growth and how fun being a missionary was to them. Our goal in service was not to feed or to heal but to exalt ourselves, so it was easy for the suffering of others at our hand to go unnoticed. If a lawyer shared the character that many of those particular missionaries displayed I do not believe he would advocate well for his clients. He might avoid responsibility because he would be more concerned with his comfort than ethical duty. If he worked as a prosecutor he would invariably seek harsh convictions contrary to the justice of a sentence because superficial appearance mattered more than substance.
I imagine the practice of law is comparable to the game of chess. I do not mean that Partners are kings and Associates are pawns, but rather that lawyers think like chess masters. The best chess players distinguish themselves by moving past rote memorization of opening moves and tricks. Their expertise is not borne out of playing countless games, but extensive contemplation of possibilities after each turn. They are creative, able to transform one extra pawn into a decisive checkmate. In the same way lawyers must always be precise with language and have a deep understanding of the law. While this tradition of excellence makes it an interesting profession, law is more than a game or battle of wits. Criminal law especially interests me for this reason. The concern for justice trumps any personal baggage one carries into the courtroom. My experience in the Dominican Republic taught me the importance of good advocacy, and will serve as a motivation in my mind regardless the adversarial legal role I might play.
I intend to add another paragraph at the end.
(698 words, 2 lines under 2 pages)
*EDIT*- Oh right I forgot, in one of my many campus visits I talked for an hour with an assistant director of admissions, touring the building and obviously doing a great deal of talking. (Apparently it was a slow day for her) With that particular law school, should I write a "why x" paragraph and mention it?
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The last night I spent in the Dominican Republic I could not sleep. I had acclimated to the sweltering heat. My diet of instant oatmeal and bottled water made for a settled stomach. The prospect of cockroaches climbing up the legs of my bed did not bother me; I had coated the legs with bug spray. It was my mind that kept me awake. I had lost faith in our group’s purpose. I originally thought the name of the organization, Meeting God in Missions, implied we would advocate our beliefs through service. Instead I discovered these missionaries stroked their own ego at the expense of those they served. Their indifference inspires the opposite in me.
I preferred to work at an aid station, but one day towards the end of my stay I set out to distribute food instead of pills. Our destination was a village in the sugar cane fields outside of town. The arrival of our two large diesel trucks created a commotion, and a restless crowd gathered around the parked convoy. Our team leader quickly lost his patience with the unruly crowd and told us to leave without doling out the food. In hindsight I realize he was concerned for our own safety since we were in an unfamiliar area and many of the missionaries were minors, but the indifference of my friends disturbed me. Our failure to minister to the Haitian migrant workers did not affect them as it did me. We could not make a plan to return or eventually deliver the food, as if it was not even needed. This furthered a sad pattern of disinterest in our failures. It drove home the lethargy of the organization. I initially expected us to accomplish much more.
During my last night in the Dominican Republic I laid in bed with insomnia, separated from stockpiled food by a concrete wall. I could not form the words which I have since then been able to express. We did not dutifully meet people’s needs. We entertained our own emotional sentiments about the romance of our ministry. With this attitude it made sense that if we did not fulfill our goals for the day we should still sleep well, because our beds are comfortable and our stomachs are full. I could not do the same, because I could not shake the feeling that this was more like a vacation than a vocation. The testimony of missionaries in church, given in the Dominican Republic and back home, focused solely on their own spiritual growth and how fun being a missionary was to them. Our goal in service was not to feed or to heal but to exalt ourselves, so it was easy for the suffering of others at our hand to go unnoticed. If a lawyer shared the character that many of those particular missionaries displayed I do not believe he would advocate well for his clients. He might avoid responsibility because he would be more concerned with his comfort than ethical duty. If he worked as a prosecutor he would invariably seek harsh convictions contrary to the justice of a sentence because superficial appearance mattered more than substance.
I imagine the practice of law is comparable to the game of chess. I do not mean that Partners are kings and Associates are pawns, but rather that lawyers think like chess masters. The best chess players distinguish themselves by moving past rote memorization of opening moves and tricks. Their expertise is not borne out of playing countless games, but extensive contemplation of possibilities after each turn. They are creative, able to transform one extra pawn into a decisive checkmate. In the same way lawyers must always be precise with language and have a deep understanding of the law. While this tradition of excellence makes it an interesting profession, law is more than a game or battle of wits. Criminal law especially interests me for this reason. The concern for justice trumps any personal baggage one carries into the courtroom. My experience in the Dominican Republic taught me the importance of good advocacy, and will serve as a motivation in my mind regardless the adversarial legal role I might play.