How's this for my PS?
Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2016 6:50 pm
**I will be adding an additional paragraph at the end for each school I apply to about how their programs will help me. Any feedback will be appreciated.
My family and I had made our annual trip to ABC, a small border town in northern Mexico and the birthplace of my parents, to escape the cold winters of DEF. The first stop we made was at my grandmother’s house, a small house next to the town’s church and just a stroll away from La Plaza, the center of life of the town. After greeting our grandparents and telling them how we’ve been for the past year, my brother and I eagerly made our departure to La Plaza. We debated while we walked on what we would do first. Would we challenge each other in the make-shift arcade, buy some delicious food from the numerous street vendors, or get the raspas from GHI’s general store? Reaching La Plaza we noticed something wasn’t right.
The silence that enveloped La Plaza was an unfamiliar presence that conflicted with the usual laughing of children, sound effects of the arcade, and corridos blaring from cheap speakers. We looked around and there was no one. The arcade was gone, the street vendor’s stalls were empty, and GHI’s was closed. It was as if La Plaza was in the middle of a ghost town. We cautiously walked for some time trying to make sense of what was going on when I noticed some movement in the corner of my eye. I turned and saw a man fully clothed in black, walking in our general direction with a large knife in his hand. They say that fear can make a man freeze where he stands, and I genuinely believe that is true because my brother and I both stood like wary statues and watched as this man walked right past us. Needless to say, we ran back to that small house next to the church once we felt it was safe.
That man may have been a member of JKL, a notoriously violent drug cartel of northern Mexico, whose members are known to dress in all black. In 2009 they had started a war with another cartel in order to contest for drug routes, and were also hunted by the Mexican army with their war on drugs. ABC, and the people in it, unfortunately got stuck in the middle of a war zone, like many Mexican border towns.
My experiences in ABC that year had a major impact on me. I’ve heard of cities being put in lock down on the news before due to wars or some other conflict, but I had never experienced it firsthand. Seeing not only a town, but my home away from home become a shell of its former self due to falling into such a state of fear that the people of the town refused to leave their homes left me with a feeling of helplessness, and that created within me a desire to make a change.
As a freshman in college I was unsure how to go about fulfilling my desire. I took a gamble and enrolled in an introductory paralegal course, which resulted in my decision to have a career in the legal field. Initially, I studied to become a paralegal, but after witnessing the inner workings of a law firm and the duties of a lawyer while I worked as an intern I became captivated in becoming a lawyer. Learning of the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations (RICO) Act is what solidified my decision because it gave me a solution to the problem I want to solve.
My goal is to make communities safe by preventing or reverting the terror set by criminal organizations like JKL. RICO can be my tool in combating these organizations. Though I may not be able to aid ABC as a lawyer in the United States, there are many places here that tell a similar story, and it is in these communities where I want to fulfill my desire of making a change.
My family and I had made our annual trip to ABC, a small border town in northern Mexico and the birthplace of my parents, to escape the cold winters of DEF. The first stop we made was at my grandmother’s house, a small house next to the town’s church and just a stroll away from La Plaza, the center of life of the town. After greeting our grandparents and telling them how we’ve been for the past year, my brother and I eagerly made our departure to La Plaza. We debated while we walked on what we would do first. Would we challenge each other in the make-shift arcade, buy some delicious food from the numerous street vendors, or get the raspas from GHI’s general store? Reaching La Plaza we noticed something wasn’t right.
The silence that enveloped La Plaza was an unfamiliar presence that conflicted with the usual laughing of children, sound effects of the arcade, and corridos blaring from cheap speakers. We looked around and there was no one. The arcade was gone, the street vendor’s stalls were empty, and GHI’s was closed. It was as if La Plaza was in the middle of a ghost town. We cautiously walked for some time trying to make sense of what was going on when I noticed some movement in the corner of my eye. I turned and saw a man fully clothed in black, walking in our general direction with a large knife in his hand. They say that fear can make a man freeze where he stands, and I genuinely believe that is true because my brother and I both stood like wary statues and watched as this man walked right past us. Needless to say, we ran back to that small house next to the church once we felt it was safe.
That man may have been a member of JKL, a notoriously violent drug cartel of northern Mexico, whose members are known to dress in all black. In 2009 they had started a war with another cartel in order to contest for drug routes, and were also hunted by the Mexican army with their war on drugs. ABC, and the people in it, unfortunately got stuck in the middle of a war zone, like many Mexican border towns.
My experiences in ABC that year had a major impact on me. I’ve heard of cities being put in lock down on the news before due to wars or some other conflict, but I had never experienced it firsthand. Seeing not only a town, but my home away from home become a shell of its former self due to falling into such a state of fear that the people of the town refused to leave their homes left me with a feeling of helplessness, and that created within me a desire to make a change.
As a freshman in college I was unsure how to go about fulfilling my desire. I took a gamble and enrolled in an introductory paralegal course, which resulted in my decision to have a career in the legal field. Initially, I studied to become a paralegal, but after witnessing the inner workings of a law firm and the duties of a lawyer while I worked as an intern I became captivated in becoming a lawyer. Learning of the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations (RICO) Act is what solidified my decision because it gave me a solution to the problem I want to solve.
My goal is to make communities safe by preventing or reverting the terror set by criminal organizations like JKL. RICO can be my tool in combating these organizations. Though I may not be able to aid ABC as a lawyer in the United States, there are many places here that tell a similar story, and it is in these communities where I want to fulfill my desire of making a change.