Don’t Lose Faith
“Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.” -Becca Fitzpatrick. I’ve always been a good student since I started kindergarten at age 4, but all that changed once I started high school. No matter how hard an assignment I got, I’d always go for extra help. I wouldn’t just give up. However, I started giving up and doubting if all the hard work I was putting into school would really matter and pay off in the future. My parents were undocumented immigrants from Ecuador, so was I. This meant after high school I wouldn’t be able to attend college to become a nurse. This was my dream since my grandmother got very ill. Fortunately, thanks to Barack Obama’s DACA program for all young immigrants, my life …show more content…
I had a bittersweet feeling about everything. Before I graduated middle school, teachers and students from high school gave me and my classmates lectures about how high school would be. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but in a way they made us feel scared. Halfway through my freshman year, I got my report card and found out I was failing a few classes. I never felt so disappointed in my life. In my mind, I couldn’t accept the fact that I was failing. The reason being, I’d always been an excellent student. Somehow, I managed to pass freshman year with fair grades. I wasn’t too happy about it nor upset. Furthermore, when I started my sophomore year, I started understanding why I didn’t do well during my freshman year. The changes from middle school to high school had been too overwhelming for me. I wasn’t able to adapt to the changes, and it took a while before I understood how everything worked. During second semester of my sophomore year, I gave up. I cannot explain how or in what moment my overview of how important education is, changed. I started thinking of who I was and where I came from. I questioned how I would get accepted into college if was undocumented. Why would I need to get good grades if I couldn’t go to college? So many questions and doubts crossed my mind that I thought school was useless for me. I decided I was going to finish my sophomore year and then I would drop …show more content…
Before I entered the house I could see the neighborhood packed with different cars. I wondered why, but I really didn’t give much attention. I was tired. I entered the house and there they were. My family and friends. Everyone screamed, “Surprise!” and started singing the happy birthday song. I wasn’t expecting this at all. My birthday was on July 4 but they surprised me two weeks earlier. Tears started falling down my cheeks. Everyone started congratulating me, not only for my birthday but most importantly for all the benefits the DACA program was bringing me that summer. In addition, within two weeks of my eighteenth birthday, I was able to accomplish many things legally. First, I was able to pass my road test successfully and obtain my Rhode Island driver’s license in two weeks. I had been waiting for this opportunity since I turned 16. This was very important for me and my family because I could drive without being afraid of a police pulling me over or arresting me. Next, on August first I got my CNA license through a high school vocational school. Obtaining this license was significant because it was the key to find out if I really wanted to become a nurse. That same day I went to many different nursing homes and filled out an application. That very next day I received a phone call from one of the nursing homes. I couldn’t believe it. I went to my interview
“Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.” -Becca Fitzpatrick. I’ve always been a good student since I started kindergarten at age 4, but all that changed once I started high school. No matter how hard an assignment I got, I’d always go for extra help. I wouldn’t just give up. However, I started giving up and doubting if all the hard work I was putting into school would really matter and pay off in the future. My parents were undocumented immigrants from Ecuador, so was I. This meant after high school I wouldn’t be able to attend college to become a nurse. This was my dream since my grandmother got very ill. Fortunately, thanks to Barack Obama’s DACA program for all young immigrants, my life …show more content…
I had a bittersweet feeling about everything. Before I graduated middle school, teachers and students from high school gave me and my classmates lectures about how high school would be. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but in a way they made us feel scared. Halfway through my freshman year, I got my report card and found out I was failing a few classes. I never felt so disappointed in my life. In my mind, I couldn’t accept the fact that I was failing. The reason being, I’d always been an excellent student. Somehow, I managed to pass freshman year with fair grades. I wasn’t too happy about it nor upset. Furthermore, when I started my sophomore year, I started understanding why I didn’t do well during my freshman year. The changes from middle school to high school had been too overwhelming for me. I wasn’t able to adapt to the changes, and it took a while before I understood how everything worked. During second semester of my sophomore year, I gave up. I cannot explain how or in what moment my overview of how important education is, changed. I started thinking of who I was and where I came from. I questioned how I would get accepted into college if was undocumented. Why would I need to get good grades if I couldn’t go to college? So many questions and doubts crossed my mind that I thought school was useless for me. I decided I was going to finish my sophomore year and then I would drop …show more content…
Before I entered the house I could see the neighborhood packed with different cars. I wondered why, but I really didn’t give much attention. I was tired. I entered the house and there they were. My family and friends. Everyone screamed, “Surprise!” and started singing the happy birthday song. I wasn’t expecting this at all. My birthday was on July 4 but they surprised me two weeks earlier. Tears started falling down my cheeks. Everyone started congratulating me, not only for my birthday but most importantly for all the benefits the DACA program was bringing me that summer. In addition, within two weeks of my eighteenth birthday, I was able to accomplish many things legally. First, I was able to pass my road test successfully and obtain my Rhode Island driver’s license in two weeks. I had been waiting for this opportunity since I turned 16. This was very important for me and my family because I could drive without being afraid of a police pulling me over or arresting me. Next, on August first I got my CNA license through a high school vocational school. Obtaining this license was significant because it was the key to find out if I really wanted to become a nurse. That same day I went to many different nursing homes and filled out an application. That very next day I received a phone call from one of the nursing homes. I couldn’t believe it. I went to my interview