I could feel the warmth from the breaths of the one hundred or so dairy cows crowding around me. Steam rose from their fresh manure beneath my chilled work boots. The smell was almost unbearable for my unconditioned nose, but I continued to sheepishly follow the tall, broad-shouldered Dutchman slowly walking ahead of me. At the end of the pen, the man turned to me, caught a glimpse of my wide-eyed expression, and laughed. I lived in a rural area of Northwest Ohio but lacked any knowledge about farming or raising livestock. Despite this, I found a career in agriculture intriguing. I approached my best friend’s parents, who owned a dairy farm, about job shadowing. While working there, I had the opportunity to build real connections with the other employees. The majority of my coworkers only spoke Spanish and were from Mexico, Puerto Rico, and other Central American countries. At the time I was in my second year of Spanish at school, so I was interested in speaking to them and learning about their culture. Whether it was sharing Mexican recipes or our favorite Spanish songs, I was involved with their lives, and they were involved with mine. I even started to pick up on some Dutch culture and language from my bosses. Even though my bosses, coworkers, and I were from vastly different backgrounds and cultures, it felt as if I had become a part of a family. After about six months of working there, news spread that due to the steady decline in milk prices, the dairy farm was going to close. My coworkers almost exclusively spoke Spanish, many being undocumented workers or soon-to-expire visa workers, so they were left in an extremely difficult situation. I was able to keep in contact with a few of them; they had moved across the country within a few weeks of the farm closing. My bosses, and best friend, had applied for green cards several years prior but still had yet to make it through the system, so they were going to have to move back to the Netherlands. I was devastated. Since then, I have been driven to investigate the immigration system and pursue a career in labor and immigration law. At Michigan State’s James Madison College, I chose to pursue a Social Relations and Policy degree because this major allowed me to specifically learn about immigration policy and many other social policies that have negatively impacted minority groups. I’ve had the privilege to take courses that push me to expand my researching, writing, and learning skills. I’ve researched several topics I found interesting in social policy; some topics I have written papers on include LGBTQ+ parental rights, the Head Start program, social class inequalities, and immigration policy. In all of my projects, I have explored why and how certain social policies negatively impact minority groups and what can be done to change those policies' effects. From being a heartbroken sixteen-year-old saying goodbye to her second family to a twenty-one-year-old determined undergraduate student, I have never wavered from my goal of going to law school and working to address issues within policy. I hope to become someone who changes the policies that hinder and prolong immigrants’ ability to live and work in the United States. I plan to achieve this goal by attending the Ohio State University Moritz College of Law and participating in its Immigration Clinic. Immigration policy in the United States needs to be positively changed by well-educated and driven people. I hope to be one of those people in the future.