this is what I love about a blog. I can write whenever I want to, with no impending deadlines, topic of interest or general regard for any kind of rule, etc. That being said, I decided to post today because I've been struggling all week with applications to law school. Surprisingly enough, I've always thought myself to be a semi-capable writer, which is why I was defeated to discover the part that is the hardest for me is the personal statement, but you want to know why? I have nothing to write about.
That is not an over-exaggeration either. I truly and honestly have done so little in my life of interest that I really can't think of any one story, witty anecdote, tale of empowerment or otherwise that would be spellbinding enough to warrant me to get into law school. After suffering through this realization yesterday, it came to my attention that if I am truly that disinteresting, I probably don't even deserve the right to post my unbelievably somnolent life stories on a blog.
To make matters worse, last week my dad forwarded me the opening convocation speech for the entering law class of 2011 at the school I'm looking to attend. I'm reading over this speech and the orator has compiled a list of talents or achievements the entering class has presented in their personal statements. Here's a little sample for you:
- Rhodes scholar
- 3 term service in Iraq
- leukemia survivor
- foster child
- Valedictorian at Yale
wtf. I'm not sure that even if I combined the best story delivered from each of my five best friends that we could come up with something even remotely close to anything on this list. Which makes me think that law school is an absolute mistake, and perhaps I'm better off telling witty anecdotes poolside on the weekend, when everyone can at least drown my monitone with a drink.
