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I have not even taken the LSAT but I have been stumbling with the idea of a personal statement for years (literally). I have known that I have wanted to go to law school for awhile but I never felt like I had anything good to write about. Yet after listening to an interview with Ann Levine I realized that I don't need to cure cancer to write something that the admissions committees will find good. Long story short, I had a sudden and unexpected inclination to write something and I went with it. This took me 5 minutes to write. Let me know if this topic is something that is worth thinking more about over the next few months:


The monotone beat of my Motorola pager seems more like a siren. After groggily extending my arm past an alarm clock that flashes 3:37, I fumble through my backpack to snatch my cell phone and make the call to the front desk. “Where do you need me,” I ask with a tone akin to a concerned mother. “Third floor. Room 315,” the voice of a campus police officer asserts.
The walk downstairs is often the worst part. It is similar to a game show when the host exclaims, “Now let’s look behind door number three to see what you’ve won!” I never know what to expect yet my past experiences have led me to anticipate the worst. Clenching the handrails of the staircase with both a slight anxiety yet zealous willingness to give my very best effort to assist whoever needs me, the door to the third floor springs open as a group of young men dash out of the hallway while avoiding eye contact with me. While I am only their resident advisor to this specific crowd, they seem like sons to me and I have tried my best to lead them towards a uniquely satisfying college experience. I want to stop them and ask what is going on but there may or may not be time so I scurry down the stark white hall to the sea foam green door of Room 315. Deep breaths. “Just do what you’ve done before,” I calmly tell myself. While I indeed have done this before, it never feels trite. I put the beeper, what I used to see as an innocuous little plastic box, back in my pocket and exhale one final time. After pounding the door three times with my clenched fist, I announce “Res Life!”

Anybody? Its hard to believe that 50 views and not one person thinks that this is worth/not worth pursuing

Could be a decent topic - it's very hard to tell from the excerpt posted. You'd need to concentrate on the positive / upshot of your experience in developing it.

The excerpt comes across as a bit overly dramatic.

Also, you describe the students as "young men," like your "sons." Aren't they only two or three years younger than you (i.e., basically your age)?

AntipodeanPhil wrote:Could be a decent topic - it's very hard to tell from the excerpt posted. You'd need to concentrate on the positive / upshot of your experience in developing it.

The excerpt comes across as a bit overly dramatic.

Also, you describe the students as "young men," like your "sons." Aren't they only two or three years younger than you (i.e., basically your age)?

Thanks for some insight! Yea something that a lot of people don't understand that well is that that really is how it feels. I was living in a all-freshman res hall of nearly 1,000 students. It is very dramatic sometimes: I spent the night in hospitals, handled attempted suicides, even two residents that got into a knife fight. It can get crazy but a lot of this stuff happens behind the scenes.

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