I need help!!!! Please help! (first draft)
Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 6:18 pm
Okay, so here is my first draft. I really need some feedback. I'm having trouble with wrapping it up towards the end. Any suggestions? Thanks!
“It takes a village to raise a child” is the quote that my mother always uses when describing the young woman I’ve grown to be. I never really took note of the phrase, because unfortunately for me, I didn’t always have a village with both parents, and a dependable community.
It never really occurred to me that refusing to stop and show an identification card would result in me being physically assaulted by an administrator at my new high school. These were not some of the things that you would think about, as a transfer student with hopes of beginning of a new life. I didn’t exactly grow up in one of the most promising environments, and it was only a matter of time before my mother sent me to another school. It was my second semester, and I was now a senior getting ready to graduate. I arrived to school early that morning with anticipations of attaining my lost id that the assistant principle found the day before. I made it all the way to my locker, and before I could get to the main hallway I got stopped by a teacher who was wondering where my id was. In a hurry, I tried my best to briefly explain the situation to her. Instead of letting me go, she decided to call an administrator on her walkie-talkie. By that time, I began to walk and I thought, “If I could only get to the assistant principle and prove to them that I was just following orders, I could be out of all of this mess.” They were now both following me, and I saw no way out. My heart, beating a million times harder now, and my feet beginning to run, I started to cry. The next few minutes were filled with me being pulled from behind, and pushed against the wall multiple times until the police came and put me in handcuffs. Before I could appeal to the Principal, he was already convinced that the allegations of me assaulting a teacher were true. As I was ordered to leave the premises, and to go straight home, the biggest question that I kept asking myself was, “How did this happen?”
The next few weeks were spent at a psychiatric ward because of my inability to deal with the depression and suicidal thoughts. I couldn’t decipher what happened or why this happened to me. Each day, as I sat in that same white room with only a bed and a pillow, I remembered who I was before this traumatizing experience. I was diagnosed with ADHD when I was only 5 years old, and although life seemed like a never ending race, I’d also overcome so many obstacles and exceeded in everything my doctors told me I couldn’t do. As the days went by, I no longer felt repentant, because I knew that this was yet only another hurdle that I would jump over to get to the finish line. I wouldn’t have graduated on time; I would have even gone to alternative school, if it weren’t for the public interest lawyer who believed in me.
I bought my fascination with law and public service to college, and spent majority of the time attempting to impact and make things possible for less fortunate individuals, like that special lawyer did for me. I immediately got involved in organizations serving those in need. The death of my father at such a young age, attracted me to inner-city youth with incarcerated parents. They appealed to me because whether my father was dead or incarcerated, I had the same empty feeling inside and could relate. I worked with juveniles at a detention center for a while until it became clear to me that after I left the visitation room, there was nothing I could do for them. Many of them, abused by the system, without any hope, reminded me of what my life could have been like.
I know that I can succeed in law school, because I have the fearlessness and determination to fight until you can no longer fight. I felt like I failed many of the children and young adults that I worked with because I didn’t have the skills and knowledge to work hard enough for them. I know that law school will provide the training and discipline to better ensure me that I’ve done everything I could do.
Looking back at my mother’s favorite quote, I’ve finally found my village, with higher learning. My village is different from others, because it wasn’t given to me, but gave me another chance at life. I had to work extremely hard to overcome many milestones and obstacles in order to see my true potential and purpose at life. Going through college, I found my passion, my calling from God.
“It takes a village to raise a child” is the quote that my mother always uses when describing the young woman I’ve grown to be. I never really took note of the phrase, because unfortunately for me, I didn’t always have a village with both parents, and a dependable community.
It never really occurred to me that refusing to stop and show an identification card would result in me being physically assaulted by an administrator at my new high school. These were not some of the things that you would think about, as a transfer student with hopes of beginning of a new life. I didn’t exactly grow up in one of the most promising environments, and it was only a matter of time before my mother sent me to another school. It was my second semester, and I was now a senior getting ready to graduate. I arrived to school early that morning with anticipations of attaining my lost id that the assistant principle found the day before. I made it all the way to my locker, and before I could get to the main hallway I got stopped by a teacher who was wondering where my id was. In a hurry, I tried my best to briefly explain the situation to her. Instead of letting me go, she decided to call an administrator on her walkie-talkie. By that time, I began to walk and I thought, “If I could only get to the assistant principle and prove to them that I was just following orders, I could be out of all of this mess.” They were now both following me, and I saw no way out. My heart, beating a million times harder now, and my feet beginning to run, I started to cry. The next few minutes were filled with me being pulled from behind, and pushed against the wall multiple times until the police came and put me in handcuffs. Before I could appeal to the Principal, he was already convinced that the allegations of me assaulting a teacher were true. As I was ordered to leave the premises, and to go straight home, the biggest question that I kept asking myself was, “How did this happen?”
The next few weeks were spent at a psychiatric ward because of my inability to deal with the depression and suicidal thoughts. I couldn’t decipher what happened or why this happened to me. Each day, as I sat in that same white room with only a bed and a pillow, I remembered who I was before this traumatizing experience. I was diagnosed with ADHD when I was only 5 years old, and although life seemed like a never ending race, I’d also overcome so many obstacles and exceeded in everything my doctors told me I couldn’t do. As the days went by, I no longer felt repentant, because I knew that this was yet only another hurdle that I would jump over to get to the finish line. I wouldn’t have graduated on time; I would have even gone to alternative school, if it weren’t for the public interest lawyer who believed in me.
I bought my fascination with law and public service to college, and spent majority of the time attempting to impact and make things possible for less fortunate individuals, like that special lawyer did for me. I immediately got involved in organizations serving those in need. The death of my father at such a young age, attracted me to inner-city youth with incarcerated parents. They appealed to me because whether my father was dead or incarcerated, I had the same empty feeling inside and could relate. I worked with juveniles at a detention center for a while until it became clear to me that after I left the visitation room, there was nothing I could do for them. Many of them, abused by the system, without any hope, reminded me of what my life could have been like.
I know that I can succeed in law school, because I have the fearlessness and determination to fight until you can no longer fight. I felt like I failed many of the children and young adults that I worked with because I didn’t have the skills and knowledge to work hard enough for them. I know that law school will provide the training and discipline to better ensure me that I’ve done everything I could do.
Looking back at my mother’s favorite quote, I’ve finally found my village, with higher learning. My village is different from others, because it wasn’t given to me, but gave me another chance at life. I had to work extremely hard to overcome many milestones and obstacles in order to see my true potential and purpose at life. Going through college, I found my passion, my calling from God.