Personal Statement Comments?
Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 12:28 am
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Sunday, December 12, 1998, was a cold day. After school, my brother with a distressed countenance informed me that we would be staying with our aunt for the next several weeks. "But why?" I exclaimed with the intonation of helplessness. Although we were current on the rent; although we had a bona fide lease, the landlord, nonetheless, had seized our apartment to secure housing for his daughter— with absolutely no prior or legal notice. That day changed my life forever.
I was born in the small country Turkmenistan, which borders both Iran and Afghanistan. We, a Jewish family living in a country comprising 99 percent Muslim, were not afforded religious freedom. We did not have a synagogue, as the only synagogue was seized during the Stalin era. Our religion was not a secret. However, we were very discreet about our beliefs and gatherings. In September 1994, following the direction of other family members, who like us, were seeking freedom from religious oppression, we immigrated to the United States.
I started in the fourth grade. With no grasp of the English language, the first month of school was no facile endeavor. Yes it was difficult, but I was determined to learn. I spent every weekend in the library, reading and studying the language until I was completed imbued with linguistic and grammatical authority. My illiteracy was transient, superseded by my congenital desire to transcend all inadequacies. Such congenital desire, although robust, nevertheless did little to solve our senseless, unlawful eviction that one cold day. My family was displaced for many weeks. We retrieved only a small portion of our belongings; the rest, we never saw again. Engendered by the prevalent feelings of uncertainty, fear, and helplessness, which attempted to submerge as a stronghold in my being, I made a decision. Not just any decision; but a steadfast declaration: As long as I exist, I will become an attorney, specifically to ensure that no other families are unlawfully displaced by unscrupulous landlords and banks.
Today, I work as the supervising paralegal for the law offices of ___________. I began as an intern; however, within two months, I was promoted to the paralegal position entrusted with the challenging duty of establishing the foreclosure division of the firm. My passion for helping families remain in their homes has been described as herculean, working countless late nights as to assiduously research statutory and case law relevant to our clients' cases. Under the attorney’s oversight, I established the office foreclosure documents and templates consisting of answers, affidavits, affirmations, and motions. Although my conviction is in real estate law, I never abandoned my education. In May 2011, I graduated with Honors in the Legal Studies Bachelor of Science Degree Program through ________ University’s ABA approved Legal Studies program. Throughout my academic career I participated in the Honor society’s academic activities, maintained full time employment, an internship, and a GPA above 3.5.
Today, as I witness bank attorneys ignore requests for mediation to enable viable loss-mitigation solutions; as I witness banks violate myriad statutory laws to unlawfully foreclose on homes for financial gain, I think back to my past, to that one cold day, and realize that my displacement of home was in fact not negative. As now, I am the voice for the voiceless, the help for the helpless, the certainty for the disheartened. Simply because of that one cold day, I realize that with the will to transcend debilitating circumstance, ostensibly negative events can elicit herculean passion.
Sunday, December 12, 1998, was a cold day. After school, my brother with a distressed countenance informed me that we would be staying with our aunt for the next several weeks. "But why?" I exclaimed with the intonation of helplessness. Although we were current on the rent; although we had a bona fide lease, the landlord, nonetheless, had seized our apartment to secure housing for his daughter— with absolutely no prior or legal notice. That day changed my life forever.
I was born in the small country Turkmenistan, which borders both Iran and Afghanistan. We, a Jewish family living in a country comprising 99 percent Muslim, were not afforded religious freedom. We did not have a synagogue, as the only synagogue was seized during the Stalin era. Our religion was not a secret. However, we were very discreet about our beliefs and gatherings. In September 1994, following the direction of other family members, who like us, were seeking freedom from religious oppression, we immigrated to the United States.
I started in the fourth grade. With no grasp of the English language, the first month of school was no facile endeavor. Yes it was difficult, but I was determined to learn. I spent every weekend in the library, reading and studying the language until I was completed imbued with linguistic and grammatical authority. My illiteracy was transient, superseded by my congenital desire to transcend all inadequacies. Such congenital desire, although robust, nevertheless did little to solve our senseless, unlawful eviction that one cold day. My family was displaced for many weeks. We retrieved only a small portion of our belongings; the rest, we never saw again. Engendered by the prevalent feelings of uncertainty, fear, and helplessness, which attempted to submerge as a stronghold in my being, I made a decision. Not just any decision; but a steadfast declaration: As long as I exist, I will become an attorney, specifically to ensure that no other families are unlawfully displaced by unscrupulous landlords and banks.
Today, I work as the supervising paralegal for the law offices of ___________. I began as an intern; however, within two months, I was promoted to the paralegal position entrusted with the challenging duty of establishing the foreclosure division of the firm. My passion for helping families remain in their homes has been described as herculean, working countless late nights as to assiduously research statutory and case law relevant to our clients' cases. Under the attorney’s oversight, I established the office foreclosure documents and templates consisting of answers, affidavits, affirmations, and motions. Although my conviction is in real estate law, I never abandoned my education. In May 2011, I graduated with Honors in the Legal Studies Bachelor of Science Degree Program through ________ University’s ABA approved Legal Studies program. Throughout my academic career I participated in the Honor society’s academic activities, maintained full time employment, an internship, and a GPA above 3.5.
Today, as I witness bank attorneys ignore requests for mediation to enable viable loss-mitigation solutions; as I witness banks violate myriad statutory laws to unlawfully foreclose on homes for financial gain, I think back to my past, to that one cold day, and realize that my displacement of home was in fact not negative. As now, I am the voice for the voiceless, the help for the helpless, the certainty for the disheartened. Simply because of that one cold day, I realize that with the will to transcend debilitating circumstance, ostensibly negative events can elicit herculean passion.