Fearing the future, hoping for the best

As a child my parents never helped me with my homework, not because they didn’t want to but because neither of them finished school. I would notice my hand hurting from writing so much . My pencil was so small I could hardly get a good grip on it. I had used that same pencil for most of the school year. Each day I looked down to check my shoes, I wasn’t wearing any, they had recently ripped apart. When I’d get hungry I would go to the kitchen to get something to eat, except there wasn’t much to eat. My parents got frustrated so my dad borrowed money from his friends and came to the U.S undocumented. A year later, my mom followed him, and a year after that they sent my uncle to get us and bring us over to the U.S using our cousins’ documentations.

When I arrived it was explained to me that there were a lot of things I needed to learn and get used to.

I was enrolled in a school and everything was extremely hard for me. I thought learning English was impossible. I was ready to give up, but I didn’t because my parents always pushed me hard.  As time passed, I was moved to monolingual class for 5th grade and have been in monolingual ever since.

I am currently a sophomore and have a good GPA that is higher than a 3.0 and I have joined some sports. We need forty service hours by the end of senior year. Unlike some, I have completed these service hours and have actually done more than required. I plan on continuing to serve and help my community in the future.

I am searching for a way to get to college, but so far, I see none.  I am reminded every day that  my parents broke the law for me and helped me break the same law. I have done it once without knowing but I wouldn’t like to do it again which means I can’t work. If I can’t work, I can’t pay for college. If I can’t pay for college everything that we’ve done will be in vane. I wish things hadn’t happened the way they did. We didn’t break the law because we wanted to. We did it because we needed to and were forced to. We broke the law because of our ignorance and lack of education. I am terrified of the future, but thankfully, I have wonderful people who support me and help me make it through everyday’s obstacles. I am Rocio, a sixteen year old undocumented student who fears the future, but hopes for the best.

Rocio, International Dreamers

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Yazmin says:

Thanks for sharing your story with us Rocio. =)