You guys mind taking a peep? It's the UC prompt btw.
Prompt #1 (freshman applicants)
Describe the world you come from — for example, your family, community or school — and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.
Prompt #2 (all applicants)
Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are?
The day I got my first pair of glasses was my absolute worst. People couldn’t stop laughing at a short, scrawny, Asian kid with glasses in the hallways; I can still remember every detail of every finger, face, and facade of every person that laughed at me. These glasses cursed me with an awkward social life and tan lines, but I was still blind to the world around me and the sliding glass doors that I never saw. It wasn’t until my junior year of high school that I could see and understand the world that I have lived in for 17 years.
I never cared much to leave the house because my parents refused to let me out of the house in the first place. I never cared much about friends because I had no real friends. I never cared about anything because couldn’t see the value of hard work and dedication. Middle school was a terrible experience for me; not only was I trapped in the darkness of my own creation, but I never even put forth the effort to bumble around and find a light switch.
I started moving around to find that light switch my freshman year of high school, with little success. I started using my sight, but to no avail. I tried my best to blend in, to be funny, to socialize with the people around me, but it didn’t feel right. I would end up retreating to the comforts of my video games and my books, only reaching out to people that needed help on their homework. It was this same year, however, that I started using my other senses to find my way around. I could taste the bitterness of busy work in biology, the warm feeling of a real conversation, and the sound of music. The enveloping darkness didn’t feel like darkness anymore; it was more like a vivid dream than a nightmare.
Junior year was when I started waking up. I’ve played my violin since I turned 5 years old, but I’ve only been a musician for 2 years. I only played notes, rhythms, and dynamics until I realized that music was beyond the notes on the page. I started using my heart, my soul to express myself in music. I instantly improved my tone and my work habits, jumping from second to last stand in the second violins the year before to 3rd stand in the firsts. I even reached out to my friends and interacted with the foreign specie known to geeks and nerds as “girl”.
Senior year was a rude awakening, much like how I have to wake up at 6 in the morning to go to 0 period every day. I finally realized how many friends I’ve made over the years, even though they were nothing more than shadows a few years ago. I uncovered a hidden passion in my life that previously felt like a burden. I’ve finally woken up from my deep slumber, finally embracing reality for the first time in 17 years. “Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now am found, was blind but now I see.”