'I came from a past marked by war and political corruption in my homeland' - UVA supplement essay

Describe the world you come from and how that world shaped who you are.

In retrospect of my parents' circumstances, it's a complete oddity that I am existing today.
My parents during the Salvadorian civil war belonged to two opposing political factions, embodying the spirit of Romeo & Juliet within that tumultuous time. My father represented the established government as a soldier in the Salvadoran militia and my mother liked to dabble in clandestine activities with the Farabundo Martí National Liberation Front (FMLN).

My mother reminisces on how she would supply the guerilla troops stationed in the humid jungle with medical supplies from the hospital she volunteered at. She views the entire war with some romanticism; she thinks it was the epic struggle of the underdog poor against the corrupt bureaucracy. I know that when she was pregnant with me, some of her feistiness and iconoclasm made their way down her umbilical tube and into my own premature body.

In my own life I have engaged in political activism not at my mother's petition, but because I feel an innate obligation to fight for others who cannot. I can see our parallel journeys playing out like a split-screen shot in a movie, she holding makeshift signs protesting the closure of her school half-way through her studies and me marching along with under-appreciated illegal immigrants in D.C .

I come from a past marked by war and political corruption in my homeland to emerge hoping and fighting for peace in the Unites States and beyond.

I love your first sentence. At first I wasn't sure where you were headinng but you brought everything together very well. You definitely answered the question very literally which kind of threw me off guard, but this essay will definitely stand out. I've never heard of a story like thus before

My parents, during the Salvadorian civil war, belonged to two opposing political factions, embodying the spirit of Romeo & Juliet within that tumultuous time. My father represented the established government as a soldier in the Salvadoran militia and my mother liked to dabble in clandestine activities with the Farabundo Martí National Liberation Front (FMLN).

My mother reminisces on how she would supply the guerrilla troops stationed in the humid jungle with medical supplies from the hospital she volunteered at. She views the entire war with some romanticism; she thinks it was the epic struggle of the underdog poor against the corrupt bureaucracy. I know that when she was pregnant with me, some of her feistiness and iconoclasm made their way down her umbilical tube and into my own premature body.

In my own life I have engaged in political activism not at my mother's petition, but because I feel an innate obligation to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves . I can see our parallel journeys playing out like a split-screen shot in a movie, she holding makeshift signs protesting the closure of her school half-way through her studies, and me marching along with under-appreciated illegal immigrants in D.C .

Wow, awesome story!

Good luck!!