Personal Narrative: I Am An Unocumented Student
I am an undocumented student. Sometimes I’m called a Dreamer. Other times an illegal immigrant. But right now I’m a DACA recipient. Within a few months, I may just go back to being one of the hundreds of thousands of students that are unable obtain a driver’s license, apply for certain colleges, and find work. And on my 18th birthday, I’ll be the only one among my friends unable to vote.
My family arrived from South Korea when I was just a toddler. I still don’t know the exact reason for immigrating on such short notice, and even when I ask my parents the question is just dodged. Because there is so much stigma around not having a legal status, my family never spoke of it so I never knew that I was undocumented. The first time I started
My family arrived from South Korea when I was just a toddler. I still don’t know the exact reason for immigrating on such short notice, and even when I ask my parents the question is just dodged. Because there is so much stigma around not having a legal status, my family never spoke of it so I never knew that I was undocumented. The first time I started