I came to the United States when I was a few months old. My dad overstayed his visa, and my mother and I crossed the Mexican Border, from Costa Rica. I can’t remember anything, or ever going through that, but the results of it, haunt me everyday.
I never understood what it meant to be an undocumented student, I never thought having good grades would mean, almost nothing without a social security. After graduating and applying for college two years ago, I hated my parents for being Undocumented, I hated that I couldn’t go to the college I wanted to, there was no money, no financial aid, no scholarships available.
I hope to go to medical school. Financially it’s impossible. It’s a deferred dream, but not an impossible one. After finding out that schools will automatically reject me, I was broken-hearted. I hated myself for being Undocumented, I felt angry. So many students born in this country, FAIL to take advantage of the opportunities at the tips of their fingers.
Yet, I, as well as other students, are driven by our circumstances, products of our parents decisions; paying for their actions, NOW. It’s so frustrating to keep working hard, to not give up and be a victim of society like most immigrants are, working for a mere pay. That’s not what my parents came to this country for, and despite all the opportunities that exist, very few are able to experience them. But because I am underrepresented and have all the odds against me, I WILL succeed.