Reflective Essay On Mental Life

The tensions at school were high, and consequently, the morale was low. There was a letter from the ABA stating our school was on probation. Focusing was difficult not knowing the fate of our program as I was struggling to prepare for exams. Fortunately, I had one key task that kept me in high spirits: ensure my peers were ok mentally and emotionally. The subject of mental health is important, and I believe it is necessary to check up on one another. A way I found comfort was in being able to assist other classmates with studying. One way I achieved that was by creating outlines and flashcards for us to use during our study sessions. Moreover, I set on making sure my fellow classmates and I did okay given the situation. Yet, there I was, newly …show more content…
It was then I told myself that this school would not be the conclusion of my journey. Moving to DC has been one of the best, worst decisions of my life. The day I taught myself to sew came when I wanted to buy a dress I could not afford. I may not have had enough money, but what I did have was an unboxed sewing machine and YouTube. Shortly after I returned from to the fabric store, the outcome was a beautiful dress. The lesson that I learned from such a minor task was that I was capable of making something positive out of a seemingly adverse …show more content…
Now, I have seen a difference in myself since the demise of my prior institution. Today, I am no longer proud and arrogant as I was when I first entered into law school. As I stand today, I am now more compassionate and understanding of people with different backgrounds. Instead of simply talking, I am more willing to actively listen and understand the diverse lives we interact with every day. Moreover, these challenges cultivated my outlook on life to where I now ask myself what could I do to enhance the lives of those I come in contact with. What can I do as a member of the community to improve resources and increase opportunities for people so they may never feel the kind of hurt I felt when I was in the bottle of the barrel?
I have a pair of blue flats that I will never throw away. These flats worn to my first interview in DC, where the rain was pouring and entering my flats through a hole at the bottom. The sentimental meaning behind those flats remind me I am no more or no less worthy than the next person, who may have better shoes or even no shoes at all. Regardless of how much money or status a person has meant nothing if they were not using resources and skills to promote more compassion in their