Abstract:
Since my days walking through Sproul Plaza as a proud Latin American Studies major, I always knew that I was walking down a path that was paved long before I was born. It was a path that people like my grandfather, Cesar Chavez, my grandmother Helen, and of course my parents Arturo and Linda made sure was open with endless opportunities. But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that my journey would lead me to the White House.
Publication date:
March 27, 2014
Publication type:
Blog Entry