The following are drafts of the letter of intent that ginger coons was writing as part of the admission procedure for law school. Since writing these, she has come to the decision that there are better paths for her than law.

Life Story


I Want to Impress You

Titles

Which One Doesn't Belong?

Epiphany




Which One Doesn't Belong?

This is draft number four. Up until now, I've written statements that were, at turns, too personal, not personal enough, too academic for my tastes, too coloquial, and just plain not good enough. I've written drafts that I loved, but that I knew I wasn't going to send. I've been flexing my writing muscles, after three or four years of not doing nearly enough of that.

In high school, I was an English geek. By the end of grade eleven, I'd exhausted just about all of the English related courses open to me. The more chances I had to read and write, the better. Bring on the Robertson Davies, the Shakespeare, the Orwell, the Atwood, was my attitude. I got poetry published, and I self published a zine that attracted an awful lot of attention, not all positive. Looking back, that zine was the source of my writing related damnation, and my exile into the visual arts. I got a high from creating. A paper zine put together with rubber cement? Of course. An ezine? Just the next logical step. It was a slippery slope into design, and I have no regrets. Scratch that. I have one regret about design. I haven't spent enough time writing in the last three years. I think that I've gotten a little rusty. One essay per semester does not a writer make. But I wouldn't do it differently, for all the English classes in the world.

Why is all of this babbling about English classes and zines relevant? I'm trying to illustrate, to you, the reading few, something of my nature and experience. I spent three years on English, then a year getting myself into art school. And I'm coming up to four years of design, with a little marketing thrown in for good measure. And now, I'm doing my utmost to get into law school. Of three possible professions (writing, design, law), I ask you: which one doesn't belong? There are several answers to that question.

Design doesn't belong, because it is a strongly visual field, with less of an emphasis on the analytical. That answer is only half right. Design is all about analysis. Some favourite questions from profs: “How does this work reflect the culture of its time?” “What is design?” “What does it mean?” Don't tell me that design isn't analytical.

Law doesn't belong. It isn't creative. I really want to see that refuted. I think that Richard Florida is right when he says that everyone has the potential for creativity, and that successful society harness the creativity of not just the creatives. Law, then, belongs just as much to the creative as do writing and design.

Writing has to belong. To be successful in either law or design, being able to communicate properly is key. That's a plus. I'm fantastic at communicating.

Law doesn't belong. There is very little stability in either design or writing. Everyone is a writer, everyone is creative enough to design what they please. Every kid with a pirated copy of dreamweaver can make a website for cheaper than a designer can. It's an occupational hazard of the creative sector. Every doctor is a painter in her spare time, every accountant a screenwriter. I am not allowed to call myself an architect, but the reverse is common. Law doesn't belong. Your cousin Brad can't give you better legal advice for a better price than a lawyer can. And you wouldn't trust him to do it. Give me qualifications and a governing body, I say.

I also say that this draft totally sucks. But no draft is a wrong draft. I might find something I like in this, later on, so I'll save it all the same.