- Tue Jan 05, 2016 11:07 pm
#21558
Hello! I've been working on this and would like the opinion of someone else. I really want to make sure this sounds relevant and, of course, that it is well written. I feel like it is short, but I'm not sure. Thank you all so much!
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I parked my car, took a deep breath, and walked through the double-doors of what looked like an old elementary school. In the classroom there was a diverse group of people, both old and young, either giving help or hoping to receive it. I was at the International House in Charlotte, NC, a non-profit organization for those who sought help learning English and preparing for the US Citizenship Examination. I sat down and waited to be assigned a tutee. When my name was called and I was told the name of my tutee, I approached her, appearing to be excited, but with a feeling of faux confidence. I was teaching someone who drove across town and put their faith into me not being a waste of their time. It wasn’t that I doubted my abilities, but, coming from a family of immigrants, I saw how my parents sometimes struggled with English when conversing with me.
I was tutoring Ana, an immigrant in her lower forties from Bulgaria, there with her baby daughter. She looked at me as if my youth had no new knowledge to offer her, and I was somewhat intimidated by the age difference. We immediately began the session after introducing ourselves, and in the back of my mind I thought about the significance of what I was doing. During all my undergraduate years I studied political philosophy, but found it lacking in the way my education can be used to have a tangible impact on others. Yet here I was, using the knowledge I’ve had all my life and making a difference in the life of someone twice my age.
As the weeks went by the tutoring sessions turned into what seemed like a conversation, Ana was learning simply by being immersed in conversation. She showed me the effort she was putting into learning a new language, reading books and having multiple online tutors. She pulled out her phone and showed me her Facebook group, filled with European immigrants working together to improve their English. Although my parents are also immigrants, I never experienced first-hand, the mentality and struggle that went into moving to a country that I’ve been acclimated to simply by being born there. Tutoring Ana was like time traveling back to when my parents first came to the United States, providing a glimpse of what they had to go through to be where they are today. It was here that I learned how I wanted to use my intellectual curiosity to pursue something that is rooted in ideas but can be applied to have an impact on those around me. I’ve spent countless hours of my free time reading the works of various political theorists, but I knew I wanted more out of life than sitting in the armchair of philosophy. Through the conversation and laughs that we shared, I knew I wasn’t the waste of time I feared of being. I overcame my sense of being inconsequential.
It was during this summer that I learned the power of direct action within the community. About two months after I started tutoring I also helped organize an event on police interactions with a local criminal attorney. Over a hundred people attended to discuss citizens’ rights with a panel of judges, police chiefs, and lawyers. The tangible impact I helped produce gave me a sense of pride and importance. I had a feeling of self-worth that I hadn’t experienced by receiving an A on a paper or answering a question correctly in class. These experiences have helped solidify why I want to become a lawyer. I questioned my philosophical studies, but realized that ideas and actions weren’t in contrast to each other, but ideas were at the root of how we act. My desire to pursue a career that values ideas but also has an impact on the real world is what leads me to the law. I find myself being a lawyer, satisfied with the same feelings I had from tutoring Ana, or reaching out to those in my community.
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I parked my car, took a deep breath, and walked through the double-doors of what looked like an old elementary school. In the classroom there was a diverse group of people, both old and young, either giving help or hoping to receive it. I was at the International House in Charlotte, NC, a non-profit organization for those who sought help learning English and preparing for the US Citizenship Examination. I sat down and waited to be assigned a tutee. When my name was called and I was told the name of my tutee, I approached her, appearing to be excited, but with a feeling of faux confidence. I was teaching someone who drove across town and put their faith into me not being a waste of their time. It wasn’t that I doubted my abilities, but, coming from a family of immigrants, I saw how my parents sometimes struggled with English when conversing with me.
I was tutoring Ana, an immigrant in her lower forties from Bulgaria, there with her baby daughter. She looked at me as if my youth had no new knowledge to offer her, and I was somewhat intimidated by the age difference. We immediately began the session after introducing ourselves, and in the back of my mind I thought about the significance of what I was doing. During all my undergraduate years I studied political philosophy, but found it lacking in the way my education can be used to have a tangible impact on others. Yet here I was, using the knowledge I’ve had all my life and making a difference in the life of someone twice my age.
As the weeks went by the tutoring sessions turned into what seemed like a conversation, Ana was learning simply by being immersed in conversation. She showed me the effort she was putting into learning a new language, reading books and having multiple online tutors. She pulled out her phone and showed me her Facebook group, filled with European immigrants working together to improve their English. Although my parents are also immigrants, I never experienced first-hand, the mentality and struggle that went into moving to a country that I’ve been acclimated to simply by being born there. Tutoring Ana was like time traveling back to when my parents first came to the United States, providing a glimpse of what they had to go through to be where they are today. It was here that I learned how I wanted to use my intellectual curiosity to pursue something that is rooted in ideas but can be applied to have an impact on those around me. I’ve spent countless hours of my free time reading the works of various political theorists, but I knew I wanted more out of life than sitting in the armchair of philosophy. Through the conversation and laughs that we shared, I knew I wasn’t the waste of time I feared of being. I overcame my sense of being inconsequential.
It was during this summer that I learned the power of direct action within the community. About two months after I started tutoring I also helped organize an event on police interactions with a local criminal attorney. Over a hundred people attended to discuss citizens’ rights with a panel of judges, police chiefs, and lawyers. The tangible impact I helped produce gave me a sense of pride and importance. I had a feeling of self-worth that I hadn’t experienced by receiving an A on a paper or answering a question correctly in class. These experiences have helped solidify why I want to become a lawyer. I questioned my philosophical studies, but realized that ideas and actions weren’t in contrast to each other, but ideas were at the root of how we act. My desire to pursue a career that values ideas but also has an impact on the real world is what leads me to the law. I find myself being a lawyer, satisfied with the same feelings I had from tutoring Ana, or reaching out to those in my community.