This paper reflects on the author’s family’s experiences and personal circumstances that are not already revealed or explained sufficiently in the admission application.
This paper relates that the author’s story is, in many ways, a typical American story, a story about immigrants bettering their circumstances, immigrants full of hope that their children will lead better lives through the magic of the American education system; however, this apparently linear path to success has had some detours over the course of his own, personal existence. The author points out that asthma sounds like such an innocent disease; one never thinks about the inability to breath until it is taken away. The paper concludes that his own medical struggles, combined with the intellectual excitement and delight he experienced when studying biology, have made his once elusive goal of becoming a doctor seem like a possibility, and even a probable reality.
I have lived all of my life in San Francisco. I have never set eyes upon the Mexico my parents left, nor despite my pride in my culture, do I have any desire to do so. My parents told me that they came from a poor village where food was scarce. Back in Mexico, my father could not have dreamed of what he eventually accomplished in America. After years working as a laborer, my father made enough money not simply to just survive and eke out the barest existence, but to buy two houses and an apartment complex of his own.