I just had it: a lightening rod, light bulb over the head, "Eureka!" moment. I know how to open my essay in an intriguing and captivating manner. Holy shit bombs. I'm so freaking stoked. I had the body planned out, like I said in my previous post, but the opener, how to grab attention of the admission folks, and show a unique side to me that illustrates my perseverance, smarts, and tenacity: that moment when I faced my ex-husband's attorney for the last time, that moment when he realized I had kicked his ass, that little ole' me, a whole twenty years old, pulled out a victory over his lying, perjuring, bullshitting ass [referring to the attorney, whom I dealt with throughout the thing, ex-hub wasn't primarily involved, he was stationed out of state]. I'll leave those details out of the personal statement... I think that would be a little *too* much color.
We sat there, under the harsh fluorescent lights, quite buzz filling the air and he sucked in the air and angrily flicked through the papers in front of him. He looked up, "How did you do this?"
"Do what?", I innocently asked.
"This, all of this," as he motioned to the bulging case file and resting at the notarized agreement in front of him. "Are you dating someone from law school? Consulting with an attorney on the side?"
"Nope. Just me."
"You need to get a hobby." he hissed.
I'll never forget that shit, man. Never. There were so many emotions that day, it was crazy. I was scared shitless, being in front of the courtroom, judge, it was real life coming head on. It wasn't a game of mock trials, it was legit. I was on the line, my property, my rights. And I stood alone to defend myself against thirty years of divorce attorney experience wound up in an angry little white haired man. With a rotund tummy. Fucking scared is what I was, and this wasn't the first time I'd had to be there. However, I have the ace in the hole this time. A week prior to the hearing for my motion, the ex-hub fully realized the pickle he was in. I was fighting for my rights on the civilian front and from within the Marine Corps. Bless the Department of Defense for some of the lovely codes and regulations they have, including perjury penalty clauses. And bless his CO's recognition of his little guy's screw up and the fact I wasn't going to relent in my quest to set this shit straight. I was damn sure NOT going to let him screw me over. I was not going to fall under and take $10,000 of debt that wasn't legally due upon me. I wasn't going to lose another $500 per month throughout the separation that was mine. I sure as hell was not cool with any of that nonsense.
Okay, back to work. Time to take my notes and turn this hodgepodge into a crafty creation that will somehow express who I am and why I am a lovely applicant.
I have bipolar disorder which is a total blast. No, I do not write in this blog for pity or to wallow in my troubles. I blog for two reasons: 1.) It is incredibly therapeutic for me since I don't talk to anyone face to face about these things, and 2.) my words sometimes help others who are rocking out with similar issues. Which is rad. I'm all about some teamwork here.
I'm not out on a mission to offend your delicate sensibilities. So if you don't like something I write, I suggest you pull the panties out of your bum and exit the blog. Nasty comments aren't cool, and they make me cry.