Please review my PS draft
Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 11:30 pm
Thanks for taking the time to review this draft of my personal statement. Feel free to be as brutally honest as you can.
If context matters to you: GPA-3.5/LSAT-167
Statement:
I never considered becoming a lawyer. I always knew exactly what I was going to do. I loved finance. In fifth grade I bought my first investing book. Every day after high school I came home and watched CNBC. Jim Cramer was my hero, not Alan Dershowitz. I had my entire life planned out. I was going to work on Wall Street. That was, of course, until I took my first calculus class.
Immediately after the test was over I found my professor in her office. She told me to go to disability services and get myself tested. There was nothing else she could do for me. I looked down at my score, and somehow it still said the same thing. Forty percent. By the time I made it back to my dorm I couldn’t breathe. My face was covered in a mixture of sweat and tears. I had never had trouble in math class; I was good at math and that was going to make me successful in finance. Or so I thought. I could feel the plans for the rest of my life crumble in front of me. My identity was gone.
After I finally calmed down, I knew I had to call my mom. She would know that the professor made a mistake. She knew that I have never gotten a grade this poor. Honestly, however, I knew it was not my professor’s fault, I just couldn’t bear the thought. That would mean it was my fault. Of course, my mom quickly dispelled these notions. It was not the end of the world. Before earning a doctorate degree from an Ivy League university, she was the first person from her family to graduate from high school. I knew this, and it was inspiring. However, she then confided that she graduated near the bottom ten percent of her undergraduate class. The grades that she received on tests were not what defined her. Rather, through hard work she was able to distinguish herself.
This realization inspired me to change my attitude. It was time to dig deep and pass this class. I spent more time in the library, completing extra practice problems. But more work only got me so far. I hid my calculus struggles from my friends. The class was a first year requirement, and everyone else seemed to be excelling. This was the most mortified I had ever been. Though the extra work was helping, I still needed help. My school offered math tutoring. I could not think of anything less demeaning. Until I actually went. After making sure none of my friends knew I was there, I noticed something. A few of my friends were actually also there seeing tutors themselves. They were facing the exact same challenge that I was facing, but they were doing well because they were getting help. My anxiety disappeared. I saw tutors often. I created a study group. I worked harder than I ever had previously in school. I finished the class with a B, and I’m proud of this grade because I earned it.
My experience with calculus also effected the life I had planned for myself. I had to ask myself why I liked finance in the first place. I reexamined the books about Wall Street that I loved and the topics discussed on CNBC that excited me. I realized that math was never part of the equation. I liked mergers and acquisitions. I liked the stories of companies surviving bankruptcy only to come back stronger. I didn’t like what a financier did; I liked what a lawyer did. It took a math class for me to realize that I actually always wanted to be a lawyer.
Who would have thought that my biggest failure would be my biggest influence? I was able to refocus myself. I used my major to take classes that underscored my newly understood legal interest. I was fortunate enough to complete three internships that exposed me to corporate and real estate law. I was so deeply impacted by the help that I received from tutors that I was inspired to become one myself. I can only hope that I had the same effect on someone else that my tutors had on me. I watch CNBC with the same enthusiasm, and I continue to read about finance. I am just lucky enough to have learned why.
If context matters to you: GPA-3.5/LSAT-167
Statement:
I never considered becoming a lawyer. I always knew exactly what I was going to do. I loved finance. In fifth grade I bought my first investing book. Every day after high school I came home and watched CNBC. Jim Cramer was my hero, not Alan Dershowitz. I had my entire life planned out. I was going to work on Wall Street. That was, of course, until I took my first calculus class.
Immediately after the test was over I found my professor in her office. She told me to go to disability services and get myself tested. There was nothing else she could do for me. I looked down at my score, and somehow it still said the same thing. Forty percent. By the time I made it back to my dorm I couldn’t breathe. My face was covered in a mixture of sweat and tears. I had never had trouble in math class; I was good at math and that was going to make me successful in finance. Or so I thought. I could feel the plans for the rest of my life crumble in front of me. My identity was gone.
After I finally calmed down, I knew I had to call my mom. She would know that the professor made a mistake. She knew that I have never gotten a grade this poor. Honestly, however, I knew it was not my professor’s fault, I just couldn’t bear the thought. That would mean it was my fault. Of course, my mom quickly dispelled these notions. It was not the end of the world. Before earning a doctorate degree from an Ivy League university, she was the first person from her family to graduate from high school. I knew this, and it was inspiring. However, she then confided that she graduated near the bottom ten percent of her undergraduate class. The grades that she received on tests were not what defined her. Rather, through hard work she was able to distinguish herself.
This realization inspired me to change my attitude. It was time to dig deep and pass this class. I spent more time in the library, completing extra practice problems. But more work only got me so far. I hid my calculus struggles from my friends. The class was a first year requirement, and everyone else seemed to be excelling. This was the most mortified I had ever been. Though the extra work was helping, I still needed help. My school offered math tutoring. I could not think of anything less demeaning. Until I actually went. After making sure none of my friends knew I was there, I noticed something. A few of my friends were actually also there seeing tutors themselves. They were facing the exact same challenge that I was facing, but they were doing well because they were getting help. My anxiety disappeared. I saw tutors often. I created a study group. I worked harder than I ever had previously in school. I finished the class with a B, and I’m proud of this grade because I earned it.
My experience with calculus also effected the life I had planned for myself. I had to ask myself why I liked finance in the first place. I reexamined the books about Wall Street that I loved and the topics discussed on CNBC that excited me. I realized that math was never part of the equation. I liked mergers and acquisitions. I liked the stories of companies surviving bankruptcy only to come back stronger. I didn’t like what a financier did; I liked what a lawyer did. It took a math class for me to realize that I actually always wanted to be a lawyer.
Who would have thought that my biggest failure would be my biggest influence? I was able to refocus myself. I used my major to take classes that underscored my newly understood legal interest. I was fortunate enough to complete three internships that exposed me to corporate and real estate law. I was so deeply impacted by the help that I received from tutors that I was inspired to become one myself. I can only hope that I had the same effect on someone else that my tutors had on me. I watch CNBC with the same enthusiasm, and I continue to read about finance. I am just lucky enough to have learned why.