DACA means the world to me. It is more than the political debate this country is in over what to do with the program. It is about people who are trying to better themselves and achieve the American dream. I find it hard to believe that in the summer of 2010, I was in Wise, North Carolina, waking up at 5 a.m., and now I am in my second year of law school.
If it had not been for DACA, I would not have made it this far. I have gained valuable experiences from the various jobs I have worked, and if I were not covered under DACA, I would not be able to do it. I hope to graduate in 2019 and take the bar that same summer. In the state of Florida, it is possible to become an attorney as a DACA recipient. When the time comes for me to sit down for the bar exam, I pray that DACA is still in place so I can practice law. I chose to become an attorney because of all of the injustices I witnessed growing up in various stages of my life. I want to bring justice to those who deserve it. I hope the people who are against DACA realize that we are not all criminals. For example, my story is unique like every Dreamer in America.
I am originally from Eastado de Mexico, Mexico. I was less than a year old when my parents immigrated to America. My parents left their friends, family and homeland in search of a better life. My family arrived in Fresno, California, in the early 90s. My parents picked grapes there for a while until moving to Quincy, Florida, where they picked tomatoes. After the tomato season was over, my parents moved to Immokalee, Florida, to pick oranges. My life thereafter consisted of migrating across America following the crop cycle. I remember growing up in the van my dad owned. We were always on the move. I remember the harsh conditions we lived in when we lived in the migrant camps. Sometimes, the camps had no running water, no beds and no restrooms.
We stopped migrating as a family in 2003. I remember this clearly because it was the first time I finished a whole year of school. I was in the fifth grade, and I was graduating from elementary school. I hardly spoke any English, and I had difficulties adjusting to middle school. People looked at me weird. I had a deep Spanish accent. My middle school career went by quickly. I started high school in 2007. It was in high school when I started realizing what it meant to be an undocumented person in America.
It was then when I understood what my parents meant when they said I couldn’t do certain things like obtain a driver license because I was undocumented.21 comments on this story
During my high school career, I always heard people speak about how “illegals” couldn’t go to college, and how they had to go back to their countries. I never believed any of that. I always knew that if I worked hard, America would reward my hard work and talent. After graduating from high school in 2011, I started college at a private university. At the time, it was difficult for students like me to attend college. Public schools in Florida charged out-of-state tuition for undocumented students. I recall when in 2012 Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals was signed. I felt ecstatic. I would be able to be a part of society.
Conventional wisdom leads me to believe that if any person were stuck in my shoes, grew up poor and lived in the greatest country in the world, they would do what I have done, which is to try to better myself. I hope that the people who are against DACA realize that in removing DACA, my dreams, along with the dreams of 800,000 others, will be torn apart.