I Am Ready for Law School :: Law College Admissions Essays

I Am Ready for Law School   I began frantic early Thursday morning. My team and I were halfway finished with what our instructors dubbed The Long Paddle, and I could feel my sanity slowly slipping away. A combination of skanky sleep deprivation and extreme physical exercise can do that to you. I had not had more than three hours of sleep since Hellweek had begun on Sunday afternoon. As I looked around me, I contemplated the extent of my delirium. I was reasonably certain that the Statue of Liberty does not belong in San Diego, and I doubted that the tigers I could see go along the river shore were real. My ears picked up the sound of our boats leader having a heated argument with Jenkins, but Jenkins had quit the team two weeks ago.   Looking around me, I felt reassured seeing the confused expressions on my teammates faces. Even though I was stuck in a tiny inflatable boat with six potentiality lunatics, I at least knew that I was not the only one being affected by the exercise. Hell week. I had been through some avatar of it during each year of my life, ever since peewee football. still no previous hell could compare to the punishment that the United States Navy dishes out during Basic underwater Demolition/SEAL Training (BUD/S). Hell week marks the sixth week of BUD/S, and is a six-day celebration of misery designed to eliminate irresolute candidates. Only the strong can survive it.   This years week of torment was heightened by an untimely arctic spell more than two thirds of our original class had already quit. Running on soft sand beaches while wearing combat boots, getting a facemask full of salt water while lugging twin sword scuba tanks on your back, being soaking wet and covered with sand... these are enough to make most people question their desire to finish the program. But it was the cold that claimed the most victims. We shivered through the nights and well into the mornings, the chill of the air seeping into our very bones . Visions of hot meals and warm beds haunted us we knew that ending the suffering and the cold was as easy as quitting the program. And quitting was so very east. Simply stand in front of your classmates and ring a silver ships bell three times...