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     Out of breath and numb from the cold, I was certain I would die.  I had spent every last ounce of energy struggling in the wintry desolation and still there was no hope in sight.   The screaming howl of the wind turned into a soft, gentle voice that urged me to stop fighting and give in to the sleep my body begged for.  Like slipping into a warm bath, it would be so easy for the cold to overtake me and let it all come to an end.  Just as I was about to collapse and succumb to the elements, I decided only one option remained: to put down the snow shovel and go back into the house for some hot chocolate.  Yes, an Up-State New York winter can turn anything into a life or death ordeal.
     
     I was 11 years old and my father had entrusted me with the task of clearing our driveway for the first time.  It was less a chore and more a right of passage that I, the youngest of three brothers, was just beginning.  Mind you, this was no ordinary driveway but rather a simulated roller coaster whose cruel design gently sloped downward near the garage before plummeting to street level in a long, spine-tingling drop.  Even worse was the shovel my father insisted we use – a rusted, ergonomic nightmare that my oldest brother dubbed “Mr. Achy.”  My grandfather had given the shovel to my mother and father as a wedding gift in 1968, three years prior to the Federal Trade Commission banning it for contributing to deaths in five states (the victims were found face down in snow drifts, their lower lumbar muscles turned to gelatinous mush).
     
     There were no negative consequences for not completing the task aside from the shame felt in watching my father quietly grab his coat and gloves to finish the job.  It was a sign that you hadn’t yet matured, that there was still growing up to do.  Throughout my high school and college years I spent many futile nights trying to prove my worth on that frozen driveway.  It wasn’t until years later that I had a new perspective and eagerly awaited the first heavy snowfall with confidence.  I was a college graduate with a mature-looking piece of paper as proof of my capabilities.  That night I didn’t even wait for my father to ask, I just grabbed the shovel and strolled outside to claim my birthright.  I stayed out longer then ever before and made sure that each shovel-full of snow hit its mark.  When my father pulled into the driveway I waited for him in the living room, imagining the sense of satisfaction I’d feel upon earning his approval.  I waited patiently, but he never came in.  After a few more minutes I looked out the window to find him with the shovel in hand, cleaning up some of the edges I had glossed over.  My shoulders slouched and I sulked into my room closing the door behind me.
     
     That winter I accepted a job with a Fortune 500 company in Northern Virginia and said goodbye to my mother and father, and to our driveway.  Over the next three years I worked diligently and earned a series of promotions.  I learned to resolve complex disputes, manage stressful situations, and to always represent my company and myself in a mature and professional manner.
     
     I traveled back home this past Thanksgiving to spend the holiday with friends and family, thinking nothing of my childhood nemeses.  When I got to the house I saw that a heavy afternoon snow had covered the driveway as good as I could ever remember.  Without much thought I went to work and soon had the driveway cleared.  Not long after, my father returned home and greeted me with a handshake and a hug.  We spent a while catching up on work and holiday plans when I realized he wasn’t grabbing his coat and gloves.  When I asked if he was going to finish the driveway he glanced out the front window before saying with a smile, “Looks like it’s already done to me.”   
     
     I had finally passed the test and proven myself.  I look forward to doing the same at XXXXX School of Law.

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Choosing the Right Law School / Part-Time vs Full-Time
« on: December 06, 2006, 10:05:38 PM »
i haven't read much about the pros / cons to applying for part-time study where offered. i have a low GPA but will be over the median LSAT score at many of the schools i am applying to - so i'm wondering if i should apply part-time to make up the difference?

If you're willing to sacrifice full-time study to get into a slightly better school, is applying part-time worth it?  Is it something where a school may reject your full-time app but tell you they'll accept you part-time?  Or is it a one shot deal where you either apply for it or not and get what you get?

Please offer advice...thanks.

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Choosing the Right Law School / Penn St vs. Syracuse
« on: December 06, 2006, 12:38:20 PM »
anyone know about these schools or go to one of them currently?  i need help ranking them. thanks

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I'm going crazy waiting for Dec 22 and the LSAT release.  So i was hoping people could give me their opinions on PSU-Dickinson and my chances for next fall.

After taking 12 practice LSATS i'm thinking of a 158 and i have a not so hot 2.5 GPA (graduated in '03).  Assuming all else is equal, what are my chances of acceptance? It appears that they are offering a part-time JD program based on their website...should i apply for that instead?

I'm also looking at Syracuse, Albany, Duquesne, Indiana - Indy, and Drexel.

Let me know what i should expect, thanks.

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