I arrived in Washington DC in the middle of July. I was waiting for my uncle in the Mall. As the first born son of a self-made Puerto Rican, I didn’t have access to the connections that so many of my peers did-- this was a rare exception. My dad was new to the middle class and his attitude towards anything concerning me had always been that if he could do it on his own, so could I. Whether...

My essays started out being fairly straightforward and boring. Admittedly, the essay I ended up submitting was pretty cheesy, but at least its readable. After scrapping the first few essay drafts, I decided to relay an experience and have as much fun writing it as possible. I figured the more fun I had making it, the more fun it would be to read.