Future Lawyer in the Making

A Blog Series My Journey to Law School and in Law School

November 2020 I began to revisit my childhood dream of becoming a lawyer. I knew the January 16th and February 20th test dates were out of the question. Generally, a prospective student would take approximately 12 weeks to study. Of course being my normal self, I procrastinated the the whole month until finally, I went on Amazon and purchased the KAPLAN LSAT Prep Book. I started to look through the book December 2020 and worked on a game plan. My personal life started to become rocky and ultimately took a major “L” in the relationship department. My ex-husband and I separated in January 2021.

There I was, in the middle of studying for the April 2021 LSAT Flex test, separated, four children and bills bills and more bills. To say I wasn’t ready for this life change is an understatement. To say I was ready to give up…yea in a way. On top of my newly independent status, which is easier said than actually being independent, I also had an on duty injury that left my dominant hand useless. To understand what I mean by useless, you’d have to understand the effort required to study for the LSAT. Making sketches and writing out the logical patterns in a logic game is time consuming. I was not able to actively make sketches properly. I did not allow that to stop me from taking the test in April. Instead, I started making the sketches with my non dominant hand which actually resembled my kindergarteners hand writing. By far the most annoying process. My work life became a little more hectic. I was now an injured officer aka restricted and overtime was hard to come by. I continued studying 5-6 days a week coupled with long work hours, stress and the onset of fighting highly functional depression.

The day finally came, April 10th. I was nervous and felt extremely underprepared. My hand although still not quite healed (a month later I found out my bone was still broken), I signed on with the proctor to start the test. The process was a little intimidating and slightly invasive. At the end of the testing I gave myself a pat on the back a good old fashioned Atta’ Girl! Now the waiting game began. After several weeks I received my LSAT score. I wasn’t extremely pleased with the score. However, given the circumstances I understood I gave the test my best shot and was content knowing that the score I received was during me fighting like hell through the last several months.

I was able to apply to the two schools on my list. I knew I wasn’t trying to go far and not out of state. I am a whole mother with four children and a career in the city of Detroit as a Police Officer. I called the school to inquire on their LSAT and GPA requirements. I was slightly under the requirement. The admissions personnel said, “You can write an addendum in addition to your personal statement about circumstances that you believe contributed to your scoring.” BINGO! That was my shot, to explain how much of a badass I was. That was my inner ego talking. The sane part of me understood, this was my shot to explain the intricacies that led me to this point in my life. I could tell my story. I suppose my story was good enough! I received my acceptance letter December 2021. I cried. I stopped crying. Then I cried some more. Here is where I get spiritual.

Not being very spiritual or a religious person as of late, I personally could not understand how God could even remotely assist me in my prayers. A little before I submitted my application I did in fact beg God for forgiveness, for only relying on his mercy when times were dark and the pessimism regarding the light at the end of the tunnel, which seemed so far. It was within that heartfelt begging that I felt a burden lift from my shoulders. Where I felt, this is was it’s like to witness the mercy and glory of God. I took that feeling and ran with it. Now here’s the cost. Literally!

The start of an ending…

University of Detroit Mercy School of Law cost approximately $43,000 to attend. That is a very large $129,000 price tag upon completion of Law School. You know that emoji with closed eyes and pursed lips…yea that was me. Well I should say that is me. Only today, my emoji is more like the one with the open eyes and pursed lips. At the end of December I began speaking to my Admissions Counselor for the sake of privacy I will call her Ms. Debbie. Ms. Debbie sent me some scholarships I may qualify for and a link for outside scholarships. There was one in particular called the “Henry H. Tarrant Scholarship”. Students who pass through the essay will be invited for interviews at a chance for up to $10,000 per year that’s a nice $30,000. Guess who got an interview?!?

“The Meijer of Detroit Mercy Law”

I am very grateful thus far in all that I have accomplished and look forward to updating my blog readers on my law school journey. Next blog post, I talk about the interview, a pre-law course I am taking, Campus Tour and finally my time in two different law classes. It’ll be an interesting year.

It’s going to be good!

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Future Lawyer in the Making

Zahara Madahah. My name is Zahara Madahah. That name is the cover page of a story that I often cannot believe I’ve made it through. This story was so cold that it can be numbing to tell. A story so dark that it has often made it difficult to envision the light at the end of this long tunnel. But I‘m still standing, and the chapters I’ve written are etched on my heart, for better or worse. Most importantly, this story is mine, and I own it. I work every day to ensure the next chapters are brighter and bolder than the last, and I won’t stop until the pages begin to reflect what my mind knows I can be. My name is Zahara Madahah, and this is my story.

I am 32-years-old, and in that short time on this planet, I’ve amassed a wealth of experiences that have increased my fortitude as well as taught life lessons. I have been divorced twice, and by the same man, at that. This toxic cycle has caused depressive states to become commonplace, and the prospect of a happily ever after to become more and more abstract as each day passed. As a single mother of 4 biracial children, each new day greets me with challenges that most people may stay glued to their mattress, hiding away from the realities of their life. But that isn’t me. I know I have so much to give, and I know the place I am meant to give it is at ***Law School***.

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Still I Rise by: Maya Angelou

Still I Rise

BY: Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

Source Poetry Foundation