I am Dora Garcia. I am seventeen and I am a junior at Blanchester High School. My father is a construction worker and my mother is a housewife. I have volunteered for four years as an office secretary in the Su Casa Hispanic center. I came to the United States in 1994, when I was four years old, from Michoacan, Mexico. I don’t remember Mexico, and I barely remember my grandparents. I have not been to Mexico ever since that time. I want to go to college and become a doctor or a nurse. I do not have legal documents, and I am not sure how I will do it. I really do not want to go back to Mexico, it is very different than when I left, and I even don’t know what kind of government Mexico has.  My Spanish is poor, and my vocabulary is really low. I was raised here, and I feel that I am an American. It is very hard and it brings my hopes down that I will not be able to attend college because I don’t have legal documents. I am a very good student, and I don’t get in trouble, I try to get my grades high…. I just want to do things, and get them out of the way. My dream for becoming a doctor I cherish with high hopes, but you never know. Ever since I was a young girl, I wanted to be a doctor. I looked at their tools and asked them their names, and I enjoyed every visit I paid to the doctor. I am more than an immigrant. I don’t see why immigrants are called “alien” immigrants; we are all immigrants at one point. I just want immigrant children to know that everybody is somebody, keep going, move forward, and keep good judgments.