1st personal statement... comments on style?
Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 2:15 pm
I'm about 2/3 of the way through the very first, super-rough draft of my personal statement. It's extremely long, mostly because I tend to empty my brain out before editing. I've decided to post it here before finishing it, mostly because I'm paranoid the style is not right.
I've been relying heavily on first-person references (meaning saying "I thought, I did, I waited," etc. at nearly every possible opportunity) to the point which I'm nervous it will reflect bad writing to the admissions committees. I also am afraid I'm focusing more on my ideological development than on what I've actually done.
Below is what I have so far. In short, doest it sound like I'm heading in the right direction? My top choices are Yale, Penn, and Cornell, so this will be an equally huge part of my application.
(Note - the ellipses are where I've left off writing to complete later. The numbers are paragraph markings; I intend to have the whole thing polished off between 5-8 paragraphs when finished.)
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The atmosphere in the Secretariat building of the United Nations headquarters in New York City can be markedly different from the cosmopolitan image visitors experience when touring the complex. In a time of diplomatic conflict, such as in the 2012 when a stalemate of Syria negotiations stretched through months of heated Security Council meetings, the atmosphere is heated and incredibly intense. However, it is in moments like these where one can best witness diplomacy in the real world.
My supervisor, [News Organization]’s United Nations correspondent and one of the organization’s remaining original reporters, warned me that understanding the Syrian conflict would require weeks of research before setting foot in Turtle Bay. While waiting for my internship to start, I sweated out the first hot days of a New York City summer and grabbed every headline I could find on the situation of the Middle Eastern nation.
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I figured that negotiations between United Nations ambassadors would be as fast-paced and heated as the headlines that shipped out of the Gaza strip every day, becoming a sort of ideological warfare between supporters and opponents to the Assad regime.
...
[My first day at the UN, which just happend to be my 20th birthday, was decidedly low-key. I was assigned to wait at the stakeout, a small roped – off area for journalists to wait until Security Council members emerged from the chambers. My only job was to tally off who filed out and, in the case of some supremely important statement or quote by an ambassador, to shoot an email to [my supervisor]. I also carried a little notebook to write down any strange or exciting sights that unfolded around the press are. This was the world stage and I had to be ready for anything.
The meeting started around 9 AM. U sat eagerly waiting for the doors to swing open at any moment. Other reporters, from indie blogs like the Inner City Press up to big-name corporations like Al Jazeera, rested more assured, scanning through twitter fees or playing games on their phones. An hour passed. I went to the bathroom and bought a coffee. Two hours passed. I started catching up on diary entries I should have written two years before. Three hours and I was about to nod off at any moment.
That was when the doors swung open. Laptops slammed shut, phones were thrown in bags, microphones were pulled out, and before the first diplomat could come out everyone had congregated around the press podium.
Then someone came out, one of the Permanent 5 members. He came up to the microphone as the room fell to a hushed silence. I pulled out my oen and paper as he started to speak. “What is happening in Syria,” he said as camera rolled and shuttered, “may be considered crimes against humanity.”
That’s some hard stuff, I thought. I pulled out my phone I shot an email to Richard.
After a few more minutes of speaking, another P5 member came to the podium. By and large, they said exactly what the previous ambassador had said. Nevertheless, I sent [my supervisor] more emails. He replied back: “Anything else?” This struck me as an odd question, but I told him, No, that was it.
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[I read my quotes off to [my supervisor]. “Anything else?” he asked. I told him no. “Were those quotes significant?” I asked. “They’ve been saying that for the past three months,” he replied.]
I was shocked. After months of sounding off about human rights violations, they’re still making pronouncements from a podium? That didn’t seem like diplomacy at all. It seemed lazy and unfocused. In an ideal world, if a government was committing mass atrocities against its people, wouldn’t the United Nations, of all groups, be able to do something about it?
…
4) I would end up going to the UN at least once a week for the rest of the summer, in between stories ranging from the Belmont Stakes to inner-city sex trafficking. Most days would be identical - waiting three hours outside of the Security Council, waiting to get quotes that may or may not be made. Over the course of the first month, it was near impossible to see what exactly these ambassadors were doing. However, as time wore on, it became clear that what happened behind the doors of the Security Council was far more tense than what was being recited to the cameras.
…
5) The stage of international diplomacy is a difficult one to handle. It involves a steady hand that is willing to compromise. One needs to consider the interests of one’s nation and make it compatible with the oftentimes completely opposing interests of another nation, while at the same time attempting to bring justice and peace to a third party. Over the course of my time at the UN, I saw just how difficult this balancing act could get – so difficult that it could lead a room full of the world’s greatest political minds to become gridlocked for months on end, incapable of a single concession while blood is being spilled daily.
I aim to attend [your] law school not because I believe I have any solution to problems of international diplomacy, but because I recognize the supreme difficulty of its operation. A Juris Doctorate from your program, [...] would provide necessary grounding for a career beyond borders.
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I've been relying heavily on first-person references (meaning saying "I thought, I did, I waited," etc. at nearly every possible opportunity) to the point which I'm nervous it will reflect bad writing to the admissions committees. I also am afraid I'm focusing more on my ideological development than on what I've actually done.
Below is what I have so far. In short, doest it sound like I'm heading in the right direction? My top choices are Yale, Penn, and Cornell, so this will be an equally huge part of my application.
(Note - the ellipses are where I've left off writing to complete later. The numbers are paragraph markings; I intend to have the whole thing polished off between 5-8 paragraphs when finished.)
_________________________________________________________
The atmosphere in the Secretariat building of the United Nations headquarters in New York City can be markedly different from the cosmopolitan image visitors experience when touring the complex. In a time of diplomatic conflict, such as in the 2012 when a stalemate of Syria negotiations stretched through months of heated Security Council meetings, the atmosphere is heated and incredibly intense. However, it is in moments like these where one can best witness diplomacy in the real world.
My supervisor, [News Organization]’s United Nations correspondent and one of the organization’s remaining original reporters, warned me that understanding the Syrian conflict would require weeks of research before setting foot in Turtle Bay. While waiting for my internship to start, I sweated out the first hot days of a New York City summer and grabbed every headline I could find on the situation of the Middle Eastern nation.
…
I figured that negotiations between United Nations ambassadors would be as fast-paced and heated as the headlines that shipped out of the Gaza strip every day, becoming a sort of ideological warfare between supporters and opponents to the Assad regime.
...
[My first day at the UN, which just happend to be my 20th birthday, was decidedly low-key. I was assigned to wait at the stakeout, a small roped – off area for journalists to wait until Security Council members emerged from the chambers. My only job was to tally off who filed out and, in the case of some supremely important statement or quote by an ambassador, to shoot an email to [my supervisor]. I also carried a little notebook to write down any strange or exciting sights that unfolded around the press are. This was the world stage and I had to be ready for anything.
The meeting started around 9 AM. U sat eagerly waiting for the doors to swing open at any moment. Other reporters, from indie blogs like the Inner City Press up to big-name corporations like Al Jazeera, rested more assured, scanning through twitter fees or playing games on their phones. An hour passed. I went to the bathroom and bought a coffee. Two hours passed. I started catching up on diary entries I should have written two years before. Three hours and I was about to nod off at any moment.
That was when the doors swung open. Laptops slammed shut, phones were thrown in bags, microphones were pulled out, and before the first diplomat could come out everyone had congregated around the press podium.
Then someone came out, one of the Permanent 5 members. He came up to the microphone as the room fell to a hushed silence. I pulled out my oen and paper as he started to speak. “What is happening in Syria,” he said as camera rolled and shuttered, “may be considered crimes against humanity.”
That’s some hard stuff, I thought. I pulled out my phone I shot an email to Richard.
After a few more minutes of speaking, another P5 member came to the podium. By and large, they said exactly what the previous ambassador had said. Nevertheless, I sent [my supervisor] more emails. He replied back: “Anything else?” This struck me as an odd question, but I told him, No, that was it.
…
[I read my quotes off to [my supervisor]. “Anything else?” he asked. I told him no. “Were those quotes significant?” I asked. “They’ve been saying that for the past three months,” he replied.]
I was shocked. After months of sounding off about human rights violations, they’re still making pronouncements from a podium? That didn’t seem like diplomacy at all. It seemed lazy and unfocused. In an ideal world, if a government was committing mass atrocities against its people, wouldn’t the United Nations, of all groups, be able to do something about it?
…
4) I would end up going to the UN at least once a week for the rest of the summer, in between stories ranging from the Belmont Stakes to inner-city sex trafficking. Most days would be identical - waiting three hours outside of the Security Council, waiting to get quotes that may or may not be made. Over the course of the first month, it was near impossible to see what exactly these ambassadors were doing. However, as time wore on, it became clear that what happened behind the doors of the Security Council was far more tense than what was being recited to the cameras.
…
5) The stage of international diplomacy is a difficult one to handle. It involves a steady hand that is willing to compromise. One needs to consider the interests of one’s nation and make it compatible with the oftentimes completely opposing interests of another nation, while at the same time attempting to bring justice and peace to a third party. Over the course of my time at the UN, I saw just how difficult this balancing act could get – so difficult that it could lead a room full of the world’s greatest political minds to become gridlocked for months on end, incapable of a single concession while blood is being spilled daily.
I aim to attend [your] law school not because I believe I have any solution to problems of international diplomacy, but because I recognize the supreme difficulty of its operation. A Juris Doctorate from your program, [...] would provide necessary grounding for a career beyond borders.
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