Senior year of an undocumented student

My body is tense, my muscles feel like cold steel, I feel a knot in my throat, I can feel my heart rate rapidly increasing as I look at the eligibility requirements; I am in the top of my class, my GPA and personal achievements qualify me for so many scholarships, but because I was born 2,205 miles away from here and brought to this country when I was 5 years old I am not able to receive many opportunities, it fills me with frustration and anger and makes me wonder if a degree is worth it.


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I am one out of many undoocumted studnets who are fighting for a brighterr future by pursuing a college degree, this is just one of the manny barriers that we face in this journey.


Getting a college degree is my dream, but this journey is so long and complicated that at times I want nothing else but to give up, but I know that is not an option 

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