Reflective Essay: How DACA Changed My Life

The television was blaring, with an inaudible voice of a reporter; I repeatedly heard my name being called by aunt. I was brought back from my short haze, and read the headline on the television, “Trump’s Administration Ends DACA,” chills ran through my body as I re-read the headline. I knew what that meant for me, I was back to square one, and the risks I took to acquire DACA status were now again in front of me, nevertheless the government now knew of my legal status and that of my family, putting not only me at risk of deportation, but also potentially my guardians. Once I came to my senses, I urgently asked my aunt, “What can we do?” She replied with a dreadful expression, “I don’t know.” I was left in a spiral of possibilities and unsurities to my safety and where my life would lead. …show more content…
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Anxiety and fear loomed over me; the only thing holding me from pursuing my path, was a simple identification card that defined if I was able to stay in my home or be forced to a country I had only slim memories of. After constant and continued research we found that I had one last chance to have my DACA re-newed by October. The only issue was the fee and getting ahold of the required documents. As a family, the processing fee was a huge setback, both my guardians and I had to tap into college savings, a risk that I knew would set me back in my payment for a college education in the coming year, but a necessary risk to even be able to have a college education in the United