That part of my life was hidden; it was a huge secret. My mom kind of taught me to be ashamed of it.
[DACA has] been an important, transitional program, but it can't last in an open-ended basis
I didn’t really start thinking about college until my sophomore year, because that’s when I applied for my DACA, and I didn’t want to get my hopes up.
I felt uncomfortable going to my academic advisor, because I didn’t know what her views on immigration were. So I didn’t want to tell her I was undocumented, in case she didn’t like me anymore.