So, I have written a personal statement base for my law school applications. It’s got a lovely Jane Austen theme to it, and I’m in the process of adapting it to the different questions. KU, for instance, wants me to talk about how I’ll increase diversity at their law school (there is no single buzz word I hate more than diversity, by the way. I learned that at AU). Iowa wants to know what my greatest achievement has been (I’m saying it was leaving AU). Iowa also says that the essay must not be more than 2 pages, but it doesn’t offer a font size. The essay I’ve got with all of the Iowa-personalized bits added is 2 pages + 1 paragraph in 12 point and exactly 2 pages in 11 point. The University of Michigan application allows for 11 point type, which seems like sideways permission to use it for U of I… but I’m not sure.
I don’t want to (and can’t, honestly) write the normal, boiler-plate application essay of “my greatest achievement was being editor of the newspaper, where I learned about the delgation of responsibility and the beauty of public service and blah blah blah this will all make me the GREATEST LAWYER EVER because…” I want to write something true and something creative, because those are the qualities I think I want them to look at most keenly. Anyway, I have this Austen base essay, and I may call on a few of you to look at it this week if you have the time… then again, I may change my mind about the whole thing and burn it ceremonially. Sidebar: tonight I said to someone that I was debating whether to apply to Georgetown or whether to just withdrwaw $50 from my bank and set it on fire. This is pretty much where I am right now on the entire concept of applying to law schools.
In happier news, just as I was talking about fading friendships, I had a lovely phone chat with one of my left-behind D.C. buddies this evening. Yay. I also went to the library and picked up Pride and Prejudice, Emma, Persuasion, and George Eliot’s Middlemarch. Who knew all the British authors of that time period were housed together in the library? Really, who? And on the same floor as the Coke machine!