I was wondering if some of you had some time to look over my personal statement? Thanks in advance and I can't wait to hear your comments!
Ernest Hemingway once said, “I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?” It appears as though Hemingway found me passed out at a bus stop one night after a series of unmentionable and indecent acts. Barely legal to purchase a pack of cigarettes and lotto tickets, let alone a bottle of whiskey, I had made the unforgettable decision of attending a night out into the town with an older crowd from work to help me forget the pains of an adolescent heartbreak. Awake and sober, I had every lesson learned from school, work ethic captured from years of labor since the age of twelve, and a moral compass developed and nurtured from childhood ingested and regurgitated with every swig of alcohol.
Up until that moment, I had most of my life perfectly blueprinted with a detailed agenda of steps to take up until my admission into law school: what classes must be taken each semester, what GPA must be attained and maintained, and when the next few LSAT tests would present themselves for me to take. How proud I was to bring this meager masterpiece to show my counselors at XXXXXXXXXXX. Here I was, a student highly capable of accomplishing the goal of getting into the law school of choice with decent grades, and all the while being able to be my own financial support with a job that consumed thirty hours from me each week. And so my life was on a steady incline until the unexpected moment when my high school sweetheart dropped the nucleus break up bomb. And then I woke up. Principles were meandered and rendered irrelevant, LSAT test dates forgotten, and grades suffered. It was not until I fell asleep in a drunken slumber, and stranded at a random bus stop that my life began to come together. Lucky as I was to be thwarted of ill-willed individuals ready to take advantage of my stuporous state, I count myself as being even more so fortunate in realizing what rock bottom meant, and what not getting out of it could mean.
Although not as dramatic as other rock bottom tales out there, my brief encounter with an uncommon sleeping spot; clouded in judgment, paralyzed in movement, and with an immeasurable crave for sleep, I realized from here it could get no worse, and there In lay the positivity. Though this may have been a situation looked upon as pathetic by most bystanders, to me it meant everything. In hindsight, it was as significant as any event as it lead me to wrecking havoc during every waking moment, and left me picking up the fragments thereafter - I became constantly aware of what needed to be done, and what goals needed to be reached.
It’s my summation that ‘blueprints’ are not conclusive, and one can’t ever definitely dictate one’s life path as obstacles of any sort are bound to take place. This experience has given me a chance to identify the importance of remaining steadfast on any goal or task, and resilient in the face of any challenge. And most importantly, I learned that emotions should never make me lose sight of what I need to accomplish. My newfound determination in salvaging my future by restoring what I had lost sight of, as well as discovering the rewarding factors of improvising and thinking on my feet rather than following an agenda, further contributed to my confidence that law school is, and has always been, a concrete goal.
