Who am I?
Am I the guy who walks with an iPod in his ears as he goes to class, often earlier than everyone else? Am I the video gamer, one who plays video games for and hours upon hours everyday? Or am I the alien, the uneducated one that people always seemed to talk about? The one with diseases, who comes to this country to steal your identity and to ‘invade’.
In truth, I’m more of the two people I mentioned in the beginning. Everyone I know knows it, but not everyone knows the third part about me, that I’m undocumented.
No, don’t worry, I’m not going to write you a sob story. I’m not going to write about the fact that I worry about being deported everyday. I’m not going to tell you of the fears I have of the police coming to my dorm room one night. I’m not going to tell you about my nightmares. No, I’m going to tell you that in spite of all those things, or perhaps because of them, I have succeeded in ways my peers could never imagine.
Despite the fear, the worry, the insults and discrimination, I have written more than 30 short stories, written a novel, made it to one of the best colleges in the nation, and I am NOT defeated.
The anti-immigrant people would like to say otherwise. To them I have this to say, you will not win. I have to say, in the words of Dylan Thomas, “I’m not going to go gentle into that good night.”
All I need now is a little push from you and help me fulfill my DREAM to become a high school teacher to help those like me. Help me, by supporting the Dream Act and a comprehensive immigration reform.
So, who am I? I could easily say I’m a shadow, a shadow of all the things I could do for this country if given a chance. A shadow, because I live in secret world that most of you don’t see. But in reality, I am you.


Yea, well, considering I was 10, I didn't have much of a choice in the matter of how I was going live. I think I explained this on my other blog several times to posters like you who try to pin the blame on us, those of us who came as kids with no choice in the matter. It is not a slap in the face because we didn't even get a chance at doing it the right way.