Hello, I want to share my story..
Hello...
Before I delve into a summation of my life that is in all probability very familiar to yours, I'd just like to say that I am so very grateful that such an act has been created in our names, have been breathed into life by the testimonies of people just like us and by the hard work of senators who were inspired. Although it depresses me greatly that it was put on hold by a lack of a mere 8 contending votes, I can not let go of the hope that soon, we will be able to live the dreams we've held onto for so long..
Well, before I digress, I'd like to share my life story...I came to the United States with my mother and my older brother when I was 7 years old. (I am 19 years old now, so this was 12 years ago). My father had been here before us and had called us in although he was rather ill prepared to welcome us. We lived in a hotel for about 5 months and my mother finally had enough, and my father arrange a more permanent living situation. I entered the third grade barely knowing my alphabet, but I absorbed fast and learned to read and speak english on my own while my parents worked.
My father refused to apply for a green card for a reason I do not know, but my mother applied for a social and he abused it to no end. He inquired a load of debt, and we were forced to vacate our homes and move from place to place, losing all we owned. About 2 years after this mobile lifestyle, my father left us with no money and 3 months of rent to pay. We ate flour heated with water for 2 weeks before we were forced to leave everything behind once more. Because my father had ruined my mother's credit record, we leased a small one bedroom apartment through a generous friend that also paid the down payment and we were able to live there. We had absolutely no furniture, and few clothes. I remember the first night, we got sheets and two pillows from a flea market, and spread the sheets out onto the floor, still wet from the carpet cleaning. I could hear faint sobs from my mother and I fell asleep silently crying with her.
My mother had to take up a waitressing job and had to take 3 buses to and fro, leaving the house at 8 in the morning and coming near midnight. Since we still had to go to school, my brother and I went. We began to take the bus, but I was ashamed because all of my friends were picked up by their moms or dads in cars. I hid from my brother everyday because I didn't want to be seen riding the bus, and once, he just got tired of looking and left. I ended up climbing on top of the jungle gym waiting until dark, and was escorted home by a guard. I think it was then I realized that I had to shape up and accept the fact that I was different, and would lead a different life.
Two years ago, I graduated from high school with the hopes of attending Berkeley. I was denied financial aid and loans because I was not a permanent resident and my mother's credit record was still in bad shape. Because I could not afford the tuition, I had to give up on Berkeley. Crestfallen, I attended a city college, hoping that my family would recieve a green card in the mean time. We had applied for a green card 8 years ago, but the case went through the hands of many inadequate lawyers, one of which suffered from cancer and had thus, not reported to crucial notices the citizenship office had sent, causing our case to be on hold for many unnecessary years. But about two weeks ago, we recieved a letter of denial. We are currently appealing the decision, but I have little hope that it will be approved.
Since the arrival of the decision, I have been very lost, pondering even the option of marriage...but..it makes me feel defeated...as if I don't even have control of my own fate, my life. I researched online and even at the library to find options, because we deserve to have them. All of these attempts failed and I found myself just googling and going through immigration site after immigration site. And that is when I came across the Dream Act.
I'm sorry this was longer than I intended it to be. I just am really lost on what to do from now on. I've decided to stay another year at the college, but I don't know if I can work now with the revoked work permit...and if I can even transfer to a school and obtain loans...I just really hope that the Dream Act will be brought up again in the senate and pulled through...It's my only hope as of now..
p.s. maybe we SHOULD contact Oprah..lol...
Before I delve into a summation of my life that is in all probability very familiar to yours, I'd just like to say that I am so very grateful that such an act has been created in our names, have been breathed into life by the testimonies of people just like us and by the hard work of senators who were inspired. Although it depresses me greatly that it was put on hold by a lack of a mere 8 contending votes, I can not let go of the hope that soon, we will be able to live the dreams we've held onto for so long..Well, before I digress, I'd like to share my life story...I came to the United States with my mother and my older brother when I was 7 years old. (I am 19 years old now, so this was 12 years ago). My father had been here before us and had called us in although he was rather ill prepared to welcome us. We lived in a hotel for about 5 months and my mother finally had enough, and my father arrange a more permanent living situation. I entered the third grade barely knowing my alphabet, but I absorbed fast and learned to read and speak english on my own while my parents worked.
My father refused to apply for a green card for a reason I do not know, but my mother applied for a social and he abused it to no end. He inquired a load of debt, and we were forced to vacate our homes and move from place to place, losing all we owned. About 2 years after this mobile lifestyle, my father left us with no money and 3 months of rent to pay. We ate flour heated with water for 2 weeks before we were forced to leave everything behind once more. Because my father had ruined my mother's credit record, we leased a small one bedroom apartment through a generous friend that also paid the down payment and we were able to live there. We had absolutely no furniture, and few clothes. I remember the first night, we got sheets and two pillows from a flea market, and spread the sheets out onto the floor, still wet from the carpet cleaning. I could hear faint sobs from my mother and I fell asleep silently crying with her.
My mother had to take up a waitressing job and had to take 3 buses to and fro, leaving the house at 8 in the morning and coming near midnight. Since we still had to go to school, my brother and I went. We began to take the bus, but I was ashamed because all of my friends were picked up by their moms or dads in cars. I hid from my brother everyday because I didn't want to be seen riding the bus, and once, he just got tired of looking and left. I ended up climbing on top of the jungle gym waiting until dark, and was escorted home by a guard. I think it was then I realized that I had to shape up and accept the fact that I was different, and would lead a different life.
Two years ago, I graduated from high school with the hopes of attending Berkeley. I was denied financial aid and loans because I was not a permanent resident and my mother's credit record was still in bad shape. Because I could not afford the tuition, I had to give up on Berkeley. Crestfallen, I attended a city college, hoping that my family would recieve a green card in the mean time. We had applied for a green card 8 years ago, but the case went through the hands of many inadequate lawyers, one of which suffered from cancer and had thus, not reported to crucial notices the citizenship office had sent, causing our case to be on hold for many unnecessary years. But about two weeks ago, we recieved a letter of denial. We are currently appealing the decision, but I have little hope that it will be approved.
Since the arrival of the decision, I have been very lost, pondering even the option of marriage...but..it makes me feel defeated...as if I don't even have control of my own fate, my life. I researched online and even at the library to find options, because we deserve to have them. All of these attempts failed and I found myself just googling and going through immigration site after immigration site. And that is when I came across the Dream Act.
I'm sorry this was longer than I intended it to be. I just am really lost on what to do from now on. I've decided to stay another year at the college, but I don't know if I can work now with the revoked work permit...and if I can even transfer to a school and obtain loans...I just really hope that the Dream Act will be brought up again in the senate and pulled through...It's my only hope as of now..
p.s. maybe we SHOULD contact Oprah..lol...
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Welcome!
You write so beautifully! I shed a tear reading it and that doesn't happen very often.
Take care and welcome again!
You write so beautifully! I shed a tear reading it and that doesn't happen very often.
Take care and welcome again!
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That is an unfortunate situation. Stay in college even if its only to take one or two classes per semester. What was your country of birth and where do you live now?
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Thank you for the warm welcome! I really appreciate it.
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You write so beautifully! I shed a tear reading it and that doesn't happen very often. Take care and welcome again! |
Thank you...that really means a lot to me...really...
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