My Journey: I Am Not A Traditional Law School

Mental Illness - The prisoner’s moral culpability for his offending is reduced by reason of his mental illness and the objective

Yogi Berra believed that, “Baseball is 90 percent mental and the other half is physical.” From my tenure as a college softball pitcher at Point Park University, I learned how imperative being mentally sound is to the game of softball. The legal field is a very demanding field. I know my experiences gained on the diamond will allow me to flourish in a field dependent upon mental toughness.

Earning a law degree, coupled with my passion for serving others, I will be able to fulfill my deepest desire of serving those whose voices are not heard. I plan to use my law degree to create policy in favor of those that are underprivileged. My concerns for the poor will find new practical forms of expression as I learn jurisprudence; furthermore, I intend to shape my legal education with the firm commitment that I will not allow my thoughts and objections to go unheard. If accepted, I expect that the greatest intellectual leap of my life awaits me at [Insert Law School here]. Given the education and opportunities provided by [LAW SCHOOL NAME HERE], I intend that my resolutions are not ones that will pass with the day, but determinations which are rooted in a lifetime of

I was aware that as an undocumented student there were less funding opportunities, but I never imaged the frustration and disappointment when I couldn’t find none or I was rejected from the ones I applied. I became depressed, and there were times when I even questioned my existence. Thanks to the support of my parents, I managed to continue doing my best regardless of my immigration status. I started to take classes in community college to explore career fields. One class that I fell in love with was my Criminal Law class. Once in UCI, I took more criminology classes. Learning about the unfair criminal justice system and looking back in my minority community, I took an interest in law

-There was a reckless lack of interest or concern to human life, resulting in death. (an example of this is a person unloads a firearm in a crowded street.

Wellesley College is an extraordinary college that provides all I could ever seek in a college. It has various majors to choose from, extraordinary interactions with professors and students, and an inspirational atmosphere full of great women from various backgrounds. I never knew that such college would have all the preferences I wanted. The more I learned about Wellesley the more I realized that this is a true college in which I could work in and get to where I want to be. As the first in my family to go to college it is vital for me to remain true to myself and empower myself as a hispanic woman. Education is essential to everyone, but to me I believe is a way in which I could represent my capacity. Though there is

As the oldest of three siblings, I have had to do many things for myself that my younger brother and sister had done for them. For example, I had to fend for myself in attempting to obtain a driver’s license even paying someone to teach me to drive and take me to the exam, while my siblings had help from my mother in all aspects of the process. Also, the loss of my father has resulted in conflicts with the remaining parent, my mother. These conflicts were the result of economic struggle and disagreements about how to spend the monetary benefits left from my father’s passing. The position in my family as first‐born combined with the conflicts in my family, have led to life‐changing decisions such where to live, and what careers to pursue.

As a Paralegal Studies (“Paralegal”) major, I have learned a lot during the course of two years. I have been a student at Stevenson University (“Stevenson”) for 5 years (2010-2015). Over the course of my stay, I have grown and learned a wide variety of valuable life skills that I will carry with me forever. While I attended Stevenson I completed an internship at the State’s Attorney office for Baltimore County. Along with my internship, I maintained 15-18 credits, managed 25-30 hours at a part-time job in retail

When I was child, I read the newspapers, magazines, and books to my mother while she cooked dinner. Some of my best days were spent learning together new words, stories, histories, and current events especially from my country, Peru, and Latin America. Until something changed my life: my mother attended school up to third grade. Since then, I helped her to increase her knowledge and I also have wanted to be a Spanish and Latin American history teacher at the community college level. To do this, I need a master degree. My skills in understanding the Spanish language fluently, my background in working for and with the Latino community, and cultural upbringing have thoroughly prepared me for the UCLA’s master program in Latin American Studies.

In July of 2007, I migrated to Planada, California from a rural town in the mountains of Durango, Mexico. This event was the beginning of my educational journey, my liminal identity and has fundamentally shaped the person that I am today. I was born and raised in a tiny rural village call El Palmito, in the Mexican state of Durango. El Palmito lacks many resources and opportunities for women: I remember that our school consisted of only one room, with only one poorly trained teacher to teach grades zero through nine. When I was thirteen years old I immigrated to California with my parents, however my parents were not able to adjust to the lifestyle here and decided to go back to Durango. Wanting the best for me and my education, they allowed

I am not a traditional law school applicant. I am a 33 year-old Hispanic mother of three boys, aged fourteen, eleven, and ten. I am a first generation born U.S. citizen as my mother immigrated to the United States from a war-torn El Salvador in 1979 when a family friend smuggled her out of the country. They fled from atrocities committed by the Salvadorian military-led government. My father emigrated from Argentina in the 1960’s evading social and political unrest and in search of a better economic future. My parents divorced in 1984, leaving my then four-year old brother and my two-year old self to be raised in a single parent-home spearheaded by my mother. I have never met a stronger or more hardworking woman. Having only completed the eight-grade and not speaking any English my mother cleaned houses and would babysit for a living. Work was a part of our lives. Most of my childhood memories are centered on accompanying my mother to work. By the age of nine, I could comfortably translate for my mother as I could clean a house and help care for a child. At the age of fourteen I as working as a weekend babysitter myself. As a child witnessing my mother’s struggle, it engrained within me a deep sense of responsibility and a yearning to help.

Individual Petitioner: I have prepared many years for this very opportunity-law school. I have attended MSL with a clear and visionary mission: To bring American JD program to Vietnam. Additionally or alternatively, an American nursing program would help thousands aspiring students in Southeast Asia. I have expressed my dream, vision and plan to the MSL Dean and other faculty members. I have been anxious every single day, literally, to complete the JD program so I can initiate my planned program in Vietnam and Southeast Asia. People heard saying “law school has no life.” I must admit that I have hold my breath, counting every single day. I don’t feel I am getting older every day, but I do feel that I am moving toward my dream everyday. Beside many members of the counterpart are waiting for me in Vietnam, personally, I do want to be a role model for my beloved sons and an exemplar for younger

During 1990, my employer (General Development Corporation) filed bankruptcy and summarily dismissed all but a handful of employees to unwind operations while several executives took extended leave – to federal prison. Although disillusioned to the point of seriously entertaining law school, there remained sufficient psyche for recovering those seven years amassed professionally to say nothing about the formal education still earlier. In any case, I became aware of a project manager vacancy at Exxon’s Latin America and Caribbean regional headquarters in Coral Gables that soon materialized in a rather extensive set of interviews. The first of these involved a candid conversation with the Financial Controller, which provided an overall picture

What happens when we try to live out our self-proclaimed destiny? We are taken on a whirlwind of events and are faced with obstacles that could have been completely avoided, only to return to the original destiny that God had planned for our lives. From the Biblical favorite, “Jonah and the Whale”, to some of our closest friends and family, many individuals can attest to the self-inflicted life detours.

It’s well established by now that law school is without a doubt completely contradicting to being an undergraduate in every aspect. In addition, in regards to writing in law school I believe that it will be a hard transition form that of undergraduate but everything is possible. Two of the methods to “survive” law school essay writing is an obvious and well established one which is enough sleep the night prior to taking an exam and the other reviewing my professors prior exams if possible to do so. If I were able to have “access” to my professors prior exams it would help me with knowing what exactly the professor is searching for or wants from me. In other words, I basically have an idea of what to do. In regards to getting sufficient rest,