My sophomore year I moved out of my parent’s house and into a house with my friends. I found myself attending classes at a more consistent rate, but living with my peers it was easy to blow off homework in order to participate in activities that were more appealing. My junior year I still lived in a house of my peers, but a change occurred in me. It was almost as if a switch had flipped in my head. I lived with a friend who was a few years older than me, but was in a similar position to mine. He wanted to go to law school, but in the beginning, he did not believing he had what it took, but nonetheless he decided to give it a shot. He had struggled coming into school with staying motivated and as a result his grades were not up to par. Where most would say it is too late and give up, he tried to turn it around his junior and senior years and ended up getting admitted into Southern Illinois University School of Law. My thought process was. “if he can do it, why can’t I?” He began helping me stay on track and giving me advice on how to increase my chances of getting into law school. My friend graduated from SIU last year, but not only that he delivered the commencement speech at his