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The sun was bright, the heat was strong, and the smell of clean air filled the town. This description would normally be the detailed depiction of what heaven would be, but for my sister and I, this was hell.

A little bit of my back-story: Hello, my name is Uli Sanroman. I am a sophomore at Antioch College, and I love life. Previous to October,01,2019, I was also a DACA recipient, or as some may say, I was an illegal immigrant. I came to the United States of America when I was 2 yrs old. The method under which my siblings and I entered the country was very basic. We drove through the border; the only difference was that our parents weren’t with us. Instead of traveling with our parents to another country, we came in with family members who were US Citizens. As you may guess, we passed with no issue. Though my parents’ form of entry is not something that I would like to talk about, it was definitely not an easy path to walk. After waiting three months at our relatives home in Arizona, my parents finally arrived. They came back with 2% of the items that they took with them, and due to physical and mental abuse from others on the path, they only had $50 that my mother had hidden. To say the least, my parents were abused and hurt, but they knew what they were doing and for what reasonlsafety, education, freedom, and potential happiness. Although they weren’t happy at the time, they knew that they were back with their children. After sometime, we moved to Delaware, where we grew up, learned English, graduated from high school and started a college education. Throughout this time, we were in the process of becoming US residents. This process was very expensive (money that we didn’t/don’t have = large debt) and it was very time consuming; to be exact it took over 4 years.

While I was attending my first quarter of my 2nd year, I received an odd email. After reading the subject of the email, I just thought that it was a routine “the immigration process is still ongoing, please be prepared for any updates” email. These emails were normally sent, and with it being 4 yrs with the process, I wasn’t expecting anything. As soon as I opened the email while on my break between zoology and dinner, I was SHOCKED. My body was shaking uncontrollably as I read “Dear Mr. Sanroman, your immigration application has been revised and your appointment in Ciudad Juarez, Mexico will be on October 1st,2019”. To give you a sense of how freaked out I was, this email was sent early to mid September. Immigration doesn’t care what you’re doing, they just want you there. I immediately called my mom, and surprisingly, she was very calm. I come to later understand that she was internally freaking out, but didn’t want me to be anxious. We tried every route to this appointment, but ultimately it was decided that I would withdraw from the quarter and go home to Delaware before leaving for Mexico on this two-? week adventure. The reason that I say “?” is because immigration doesn’t care about you, There have been cases that have taken more than seven weeks, all because the visas wouldn’t arrive, or something was missed at the interview. You can now see why withdrawing from my fall quarter was the best option.

After arriving in Delaware, my family and I went to our amazing immigration lawyer, got everything situated, and we moved forward with plans for leaving for Mexico. This experience was actually really exciting since my sister had never flown on a plane, and it was my second in my lifetime (the first was the week before when I left for Delaware). After arriving at El Paso we were very excited. We saw amazing architecture, and the best part was driving through the border into Mexico. When we were finally in Mexico, we were so shocked. There were Wendy’s ads with takis burgers, and there were so many street food carts. It was amazing! This all rapidly changed as the days went on.

We were able to use our Spanish more frequently, and I even got obsessed with jalapeños (biting into a whole one after taking a bite of food). It was all well.

The night before our medical appointment (mandatory for immigration paperwork) we were preparing everything and then the need for our family and friends settled in. We were both falling into a small depression, mostly because we were in a country that we couldn’t leave from for who knows how long. It was starting to get hard, but everything was fine.

On the day of our medical appointment, we were all smiles and ready to just have a small blood test and be done with it, but little did we know that we were embarking on an physically and mentally abusive ride. When we arrived to get all of our registration filled, a nice lady welcomed us with a smile, she quietly said “hola, como estan? Con que les puedo ayudar?” this roughly translates to “Hello, how are you?  What can I help you with?” we both smiled back and told her that we were here for our medical appointment as part of the US Embassy order for medical check. She looked at us and said “Para Visa de estudiante?” which translates to “is this for a student visa?”. We let her know that we were actually there for our residency, then her face completely changed. The attitude that came out of that once smiling face was pure disrespect. It was awful, but we continued. We experienced this same change in attitude with everyone working there. They asked us if we were there for a student visa with smiles, but responded with anger and hatred when we explained that it was for US permanent residency. Although I can go into detail what happened, my mental health comes first, so all I have to say is that I was stripped of clothing (completely naked in front of older men and even minors), physically hurt, forced to get medication and injections even when my medical records expressed that I had them, and the worst part was seeing my sister being treated the same. I would have given everything for me to be the only one to live that horror.  This medical appointment ended with bruises, tears, anger, and overall devastation. Little did we know that this was the first step of a tall ladder.

To make everything worse, we were alone. The family that communicated with us such as my mother would check up on us all the time, but the people that we called family (close friends) seemed to disappear in the shadows. In the darkest time of my life, I felt so alone. I wanted this nightmare to be completely over! We had to continue the fight.  We had to change gears and realize why we were living this awful experience. This was only the first night of appointments.

As I am writing this, I am in tears. I didn’t want to open up this box of emotion, anger, fear, and sadness. So I will end here. Anyone is welcome to come and ask for the whole story. But at the end I have never felt so lonely, weak, worthless, frustrated, or inhuman. This was the worse experience of my life. All I can say is that on our last day in Mexico when we got the email that our package had arrived with our visas, we started crying before knowing about flights, money, or security. We were finally going to go home.

The moral of the story is please have sympathy. Everyone has their own stories. Most people will never experience what I have, and still have the audacity to not call me an American, but guess what? I am as American as you, I am stronger than those who want to deny rights, and I will work as hard as possible to achieve my dreams. Not many people can say that they are in college, let alone tell people that they did everything while being an illegal immigrant.

  • Be Kind
  • Love Your Friends (Really Love Your Friends If They Are Your Friends)
  • Keep Your Faith Alive
  • Show Compassion
  • Respect Your Rights
  • Fight For The Rights of Others
  • Be Thankful For All That You Have.

Thank you for reading my story.

May God and Nature Be With You, Your Family, Your Friends, and Your Soul. Blessed Be <3



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Good-Day, My name is Ulises Sanroman. I am a 4th year undergraduate student at Antioch College studying Organizational Sustainability and Media. My academic background is grounded on courses such as Ecology, Political Ecology, Global Business, Media Production, Conservation Biology and much more. My personal interests are very much multidisciplinary. Although I am sometimes viewed as an individual with too many interests, I take pride in knowing that the saying 'a jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one' - connects with my personal journey. As part of an institution that prioritizes a self-designed curriculum, I know that I have made the right choice in attending Antioch College. Co-op and Professional Experience: Delaware Department of Labor (Executive Assistant); College of the Atlantic (Summer Field Studies Leader); Signet Jeweler (Sales Assistant Manager); Antioch College Wellness Center ( Lifeguard + Front Desk Associate); Residence Life (R.A). My future goals are mainly routed in business, design, and spirituality. I am definitely an individual who doesn't know the exact position that they strive to have in the future. One thing that my co-op experiences have taught me, is that there are M.D's or J.D's working standard office jobs outside of their organized profession; in-turn, this doesn't mean that your academic journey is what defines your future to the fullest extent. I hope to one day be able to return to Antioch (post-graduation) and give-back to the community that has given so much to me. Sharing my journey with others is what fills me with pride, so I am hopeful that within my last academic year at Antioch College, I will be able to publish multiple posts about my professional trajectory. Thank you for listening. Best, Ulises Sanroman-Espinosa

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