Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Living Between Two Worlds


Sometimes I find myself wondering what it would have been like if i had stayed in Mexico. If that one night, i had decided not see my mother again and had stayed living with my older siblings.

Most of the time i think that i have moved on and live a complete life here, but it is still hard to live in this sort of dimension where i feel outcasted-the emptiness in me is still there. I don't know if all DREAMers feel this or if i am the only one and maybe counseling is my best choice, but is really difficult to forget my middle school friends, my house, my dog, the rest of my brothers and sister, my old school. I still dream with all those amazing things.

Although the separation from my family was always a constant in my life, i was free of stress and life seemed much easier.

Education was always available in Mexico, but it was not going to be there for much longer really. So the what could have happened of things can actually be listed... I would not have gone to college, i would have gotten married at a very young age, i would have been separated from my parents for many years, and i would more than likely be a mother by now.

I arrived to the States when i was 13 years old. Ever since then life took a complete shift and many things have been wonderful while there are things that arent so much, but we are now better off because of that shift.

My point is, what happens to our unresolved lives? Our unknown futures and our unforgotten pasts? There is no real closure. Sometimes there is this sense of floating in this sort of surreal nightmare, the why me?! card comes up; this sense of being trapped between two worlds... one world that was left behind and by the year it fades away more and more- memories that get mixed with dreams. While there is the present world in which we live and are constanly been told of what we don't have, what we are and what we are not.

Last night i dreamt with my old house again and i was getting ready to go to school with my friends. When i woke up i was not sure of where i was. It took me a few seconds to regroup and realize that i was here... ready for another day.

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Thursday, February 21, 2008

Having the Dream Blues


Sometimes i feel like i should just prolong my time in school. Leaving the university will only take me to a "now what" stage. Graduate school is very feasible actually here in Texas, but the money is hard to put together if you are a DREAMER. However, in Texas it is undoubtedly easier than it is in California to attain financial help and go to school, but it is a challenge nonetheless if you are a DREAMER. I have had to take more than two semester off as well to put money together and be able to pay for school. Sometimes i also feel like i am not fully part of the whole college experience by dropping by for a couple of semester in a row and then taking some time to work and save the money.

Today i read Stephanie's story and unlike her, i have never been mad at my parents for being undocumented, I'm actually thankful to them for everything- they made a choice to come to this country because it is their job to give me and my brother a better life and they have done a wonderful job. I have become the person that i am because of them, i am stronger because of them and they are stronger because of me.

Every day we live not knowing what is going to happen, we live with the reality of the little things that remind us that we are undocumented. This country has a sure way of flicking you in the head and making you internalize fear, anger, sadness. Easy trips such as wanting to join the local gym and having them reject you for not having a state ID is quite a trip really.

I still have the dream that one day i will wake up and not be scared, sad, or upset. The day that i along with my brother and the thousands of dreamers in this country will celebrate our freedom. The day that justice will knock our door.

Struggling with noncitizen status
Hardships of being an undocumented immigrant force student to work long hours to finish school


* Jessica Chou, Daily Bruin staff
* Published: Wednesday, February 20, 2008

They finally broke the news to her after 18 years.

Stephanie Solis’ parents had hoped to hold back for as long as any secret could stay hidden, but it was only a matter of time before they had to tell the fourth-year English student the truth.

Solis was not in the United States legally.

For Solis, who only spoke English and had little recollection of her native Philippines, the notion that she wasn’t legally an American shocked her.

“I don’t feel very Filipino,” Solis said. “I’m told I’m not an American. But the only thing that still rings true to me is the English language.”

Her youth so far had been American in so many ways.

In the living room, her father listened to Rush Limbaugh. In the kitchen, her mother read Us Weekly.

Perhaps the only foreign connection to the Philippines that could have been found in her home was the homemade avocado ice cream in the freezer.

Solis felt so betrayed by her parents for having kept her immigration status from her for so long that she moved out and set out on her own.

Solis remembers sitting at a bus stop roughly a year later watching the cars go by as she waited for the bus that would take her to the train that would whisk her to a job making cardboard boxes.

Her life had become one of compromises – commuting six hours a day on public transit because she couldn’t get a driver’s license and saving up to pay for school.

By 2005, Solis started at UCLA, but because of her immigration status, paying for school was a major burden. Undocumented students are ineligible for financial aid, scholarships and many other types of financial assistance to help pay the fees.

Instead, many undocumented students are forced to pick up odd jobs to pay for their education.

Solis, like many undocumented students, has taken an unusually long time to get her degree.

“I’m in a position where I can’t consistently go to school,” she said.

Forced to take time off from work between quarters of school, Solis has been in college on and off for the last six years.

“There is that inconsistency which removes me from the standard college experience. I don’t feel like I’m integrated into it. I drop in when I can, and I visit when I can afford to for a quarter, and I’m there for 3 months, and I leave,” Solis said.

“And by the time I come back, everybody who was at the same level with me and everybody that I knew has already moved on or has graduated. There is that sense that I’m not going to college with my group – with my peer group. I’m going to college just with myself because I am my only peer group because everyone else is moving along at normal speed.”

Due to her hectic and stressful schedule, she woke up at odd hours and slept very little.

But it was the smaller realities of being undocumented – such as trouble cashing checks and getting a library card – that really got to her.

“It is the subtle things that flick me on the forehead reminding me that there is something wrong with who I am,” Solis said.

With her graduation finally imminent, Solis feels uneasy about what’s to come.

Like many undocumented college graduates, Solis will have difficulty finding a job without proof of legal residence, despite her degree from a top undergraduate program.

“The irony about that is that there is a sense of wanting to continue to prolong being in college simply because once I’m out and I have my degree, there’s nothing that I can really do with it.”

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