University of California, Davis Admission Essays

When we were young, we were all asked what we wanted to be in the future. Some of us said a firefighter, some said an engineer or a lawyer, and the some even said school janitor. However, I only had one goal for my future….

After my first semester of Anatomy and Physiology, I thought that I was a genius in the subject. The class was rigorous, but rightfully so; in those five months I became fluent in obscure topics and conditions. But, on the first day of second semester,…

As I reflect on my life so far, I realize that there was a pivotal moment that changed my perspective on my future career. I remember it vividly: I was helping my uncle with his small business, and he asked me to create a marketing…

I vividly remember running home from the library and locking myself upstairs to begin the reading. I rifled through the nutrition book with as much excitement as if I had found the Holy Grail. I stayed up all night to read it, to consume it,…

When I was in seventh grade, my biological mother—who was then living in Luxembourg—was involved in a serious car accident and had to be put into a medically induced coma. After somewhat recovering from the physical and mental trauma she experienced from her near-death experience,…

“So, what do you want to do today?” The woman stood in front of me with her clipboard and pen, patiently waiting for my answer. I turned my head to look at my brother-in-law’s door down the hallway. My body ached; I had been savagely…

In this essay, I reflect on my journey of discovering the need for a hearing aid and the transformative superpower impact it had on my life. Initially resistant to the idea of wearing a hearing aid, my perspective changed dramatically when I experienced the superpower…

One of the most difficult challenges I faced was overcoming the loss of my friendship with Ana—a friend who had crawled into my life in the seventh grade and disappeared in my freshman year. Her disappearance had certainly not been the most spontaneous, for she…

As a French-American, I am symbolically bound to two altogether different cultural spheres via the hyphen. In its relation to me, the hyphen holds more than symbolic value alone. Growing up in America with divorced parents, my mother French and my father American, the preservation…

When I first started high school, I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. I had many interests and hobbies, but nothing seemed to jump out at me as a potential career path. It wasn’t until I took a business class during…