As I stopped helping my uncle in the fields, I was left with more free time to spend. Therefore I joined a local volunteer group, The Helping Hawks, I didn't know what to expect, but I was ready for it. As I was preparing food for the homeless, my mother walked in the kitchen asking me who I was cooking for. Coming from a household where meat was a rarity that we only ate it on special occasions. My mother...

It was my first day of first grade, the teacher spoke a different language, and strangers simply stared at me with their judging eyes. The kids tried talking to me, but since I didn’t understand English they just started laughing at me. My eyes filled with tears, my teacher immediately called home and moments later my mother came to take me home. As we walked to our small home in Modesto I couldn’t even look her in the...

This is the second essay to the personal statement of the UC application.

It is a small school, located...

Choose a person who knows you...

My school is amazing, the people here...