[未归类] Bad Personal Statements [复制链接]

Please reflect on your reasons for considering a transfer. Why are you transferring? Why was your most recent college not a good fit? What do you know now that you didn't know during your first college search process?

"An education can take you places in this country" I told the Hispanic bell-boy at the 4-star hotel in Texas while campaigning to become national vice-president of the two-year college honor society. Our encounter was casual, but I meant those words-with him, I had no agenda. It had been only a matter of months since I was the one wearing the service uniform. Now, however, I was in a position to address an audience, to influence people, to promote change. By attending a community college as a dual-enrollment (Running Start) student and excelling in academics and leadership activities I had gained the privilege of addressing 4,000 American honor students. Furthermore, I had gained privilege to carry a message, to deposit a seed. At that point in my life, an education had indeed taken me places; I had found truth-value in such cliché phrase-it was empowering. However, my time at the community college is over. I have maximized the use of the resources available to me there, now it's time to move on.

For the past seven years in two different states as a clinical social worker, I have practiced in a variety of venues including schools, private outpatient, hospital, residential, and mental health settings. One of the most important, yet at times difficult, roles I am bound to fulfill is that of mandated reporter. This role requires me to report allegations of abuse and neglect of children and vulnerable adults to the Child and/or Adult Protective Services (CPS or APS) divisions of Social Services within 48 hours of obtaining such allegations. While I am required to fulfill this obligation to protect the clients I serve, at times my reports have gone uninvestigated or even dismissed at the initial reporting stage. On one particular occasion, an intake worker informed me that one "has the right to beat their child as long as they don't leave marks." In another instance I was required to make several reports on behalf of one child before the workers recorded the child's identifying data or the information being reported. Further, there was already an open protective services case for a child I was working with. However, the CPS worker informed me that despite what was being reported, there was not enough evidence to follow up on the latest allegations. As a result, he was choosing not to investigate this matter further. As stated previously, initial reports of suspected abuse and neglect must be made within 48 hours to CPS. In early October 2005, I attempted to make a report of suspected child abuse. I left a voice mail message for a CPS worker to call me back. Despite several follow up calls and again having to leave voice mail messages, this report was taken not within 48 hours but five days after the initial telephone call.

An area that might concern the admissions committee is the apparent inconsistency of the grades in my transcript, especially during my sophomore year. The Achilles heels throughout my academic career have been my difficulty with succeeding in quantitative subjects and my unwillingness to ask for help. Despite my chronic struggles with numbers, during my first two years of college, I was too stubborn to let people help me with quantitative classes. It showed as I took on multiple economics and accounting classes simultaneously during my sophomore year and saw my two worst semesters in college.

Numbers. What an impersonal way to evaluate candidates for a study and eventual profession that in most respects relies more heavily on a person's ability to communicate effectively. The law is much more than numbers; it is about developing and presenting an argument. The penchant for persuasion is not a characteristic that can be measured by numbers; it is intangible. This intangible is the difference between being good and being great. This intangible is passion. This passion will make me the next great lawyer to graduate from [name] School of Law. Over the course of the next few paragraphs I will illustrate why I have the skill set to flourish in law school and why it would be a huge mistake to let me slip through your fingertips.

Who would have thought that I, a person who handled conflict poorly in the past, would be teaching our youth how to handle conflict the right way? But, sure enough, I am educating students throughout Philadelphia on how to resolve their differences in ways that will avoid violence, reduce their chances of suspension, and enhance their ability to communicate their feelings effectively to others. By doing this I hope I will also eliminate for them the need to explain past mistakes made in ignorance when they become adults, just as I have to do in applying to the xxx College of Law.

My ancestry consists of a mixture of Native American, English, and African descendants. As my grandma used to tell me, my Native American ancestors came to this country in the mid 1700's. They were apart of the Shawnee tribe. The English part of my ancestry also came to this country in the 1700's to settle and start a new life. And the African side many of us know came to this country back in the 1600's or earlier as slaves, as trade from the Africans.

My family is from Barbados. In 1978 my dad moved to New York and my Mom soon followed. My sister, Michelle and I stayed behind and lived with my Aunty Hedy and my maternal grandmother. My dad worked as a construction worker and in a warehouse and my mother was a domestic worker. During the week she lived with the family, took care of the kids, cooked, cleaned and came home on weekends. I am not sure what their original plan was. But during one visit home my headmistress told my mother that I was not the same child and that she should send for us.

When I got into the car, he said nothing. Finally, he opened his mouth to tell me that I was so dumb, would do poorly on the GRE, would never get into graduate school, and would never get a good job. 揥e?were going to be poor because of me. This sparked an argument. We got to my apartment, and the argument had heated up so much that I was crying and screaming out a list of all the things he had done to me over the years. To shut me up, he pushed me onto my bed and smothered my face between a pillow and the mattress. Did he not know I could not breathe? He let up. I screamed. He shoved the pillow onto my face again. By the end of the night I was helpless in my bedroom where he had unplugged my telephone; he kept watch in the living room. Two days later, I sat on my bedroom floor, facing a window, still crying. He picked me up like a rag doll, wiped my tears and asked me where I wanted to eat dinner. I looked up between sobs and replied, 揜ed Lobster.?The cycle had begun once more.

I have prayed to Jesus Christ my Lord and my Savior, and Now is the Time!  I have been told in answer to my prayers that I must attend law school if I am to help drive immorality and perversion out of our country.  Our Christan forefathers did not come to a new land to create a Sodom and Gomorrah.  Homosexuality, abortion, and feminism all threaten the moral fabric on which America was founded.  I hope to become a legislator helping to lead the return to our Christian heritage, and I believe that a law degree from Georgetown will help me achieve that goal.