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1993 and struggling to get into law school

With graduation just about underway for many students, it seemed like a good time for this post. It helps that I recently found some documents dating to my senior year in college, just before I entered law school. Some resumes and a short paper I wrote for law school more than 20 years, back in 1993.

I was admitted to attend Syracuse Law less than a week before classes started.

I'll write a bit more about these documents in the future because each one has a story - from how much time I spent buying and selling sports cards, the choice to decide to go to law school, and the long summer in 1993 that I spent trying to get accepted to law school. Part of that story of getting into law school relates to this family genealogy essay. The essay details the background of my parents and how ethnicity may impact becoming a lawyer. All entering students were instructed to write this type of essay, and then the essays were discussed in a group setting. It's kind of remarkable that I found the essay in print form. The computer files are long gone.

The resumes are interesting because one is just before I attended law school; the other is just after I entered law school. Looking back at these documents I recall a lot of different adventures - studying, partying, selling hockey, basketball and baseball cards. That was college. Law school was a whole different game.

The short version of how I got into law school is that I was admitted to attend less than a week before classes started. But it took a lot of help from a lot of people to make that happen; and a fair amount of luck.

Lots of perseverance was required. And lots of attempts at just trying to make something happen to catch a break. What appeared to be strikingly implausible at the end of summer 1993, became possible in early August 1993 following a short phone call.