Two things.

One, my mother is really trying my patience. I'm out there stapling the below personal statement to my application, and she says, "You waited until the last minute to get this done, didn't you?"

Aargh, I hate her at times. She finds the best way to bring my self-esteem crashing to the floor.

Two, personal statement for Berkeley is done. Here it is.

( It's not the greatest, but it'll work... )