To my mother, the American dream meant surviving, and having access to food, and shelter. Anything was better than what she had access to in Mexico. She traversed the border on her own at the age of 15. Due to her undocumented status, she has had to work relentlessly to have a life in the United States.
I was born into an impoverished family. I know many are also impoverished, but it is a different struggle when you are in a family with no foundation in the US, and you are also the child of an undocumented single parent. I wanted to avoid the financial hardship my mother endured and support her when I was financially stable. I am a child of an immigrant, and I am a first-generation American. There is immense pressure to financially succeed; a unique stressor only another child of an undocumented parent can understand. I think the biggest challenge I faced was not dealing with the effects of poverty, but watching as my mother tried to better her life and fail. My mother has attempted to create businesses, take classes to further her education, and still have time for her kids. Sadly, as an undocumented immigrant, the American Dream is far out of reach. Yet she never stopped trying, and I admire her greatly for persevering. Unfortunately, my financial security worsened when my mother was unable to provide for both my sister and me. Luckily, I had been adopted by my good friend’s family. I used this opportunity to motivate myself academically and financially to succeed.
I try to live up to my mother’s tenacity every day as I encounter new obstacles. When I set the expectation upon myself to succeed, I worked harder to earn money. Despite my despair in this new home, I had to persevere so I could help my mother. During my Junior year, I had a remarkable opportunity during the pandemic lockdown to try new ideas, so I took advantage of setting up my own business via social media. I settled on selling shoes. I invested in a computer and learned many methods to acquire products to resell. I learned to set up a simple business plan, keep track of sales and profits, communication, and group management through this business. On the most successful days, I could make $100-$1000 in a day which was exciting for a junior in high school. With this money, I tried to help my biological mother however I could.
I am proud to have a fraction of the tenacity my mother possesses, and it is what I value most within myself. I would be lying if I said I had never given up in these difficult times. But I find that it helps me to remember how my mother persevered through years of uncertainty and that nothing is hopeless. There will be countless obstacles that I will continue to face as a first-generation college student, but by following my mother’s example and persevering, I will succeed.
My experience with being a first-generation student has bolstered my beliefs that collectively we must help those less fortunate than ourselves. It is my desire to provide some hope to first-generation students who are struggling to continue to pursue their dreams. Many children grew up in similar conditions as me and are at a disadvantage in education. I want to be able to provide scholarships and give them some financial security in college that I did not have at their age. I am confident with my bilingual background, desire to help my community from a young age, and tenacity to succeed in my career that I will be able to make a difference and improve my community.