We’ll All Float On…

It’s taken me about a week to process that I am officially a college undergrad. Me, Gicel, the girl that once upon a time gave up on school because was told that without a  U.S. residency you could not go to college. This is my story.

It was my junior year in high school, and everyone was about to start looking into filling out college apps. And so was I. It was an exciting time for students. It was an exciting time for me, until, my college advisor informed me that due to my residency status, my only option would be to apply as a “foreign exchange” student. Yeah right! Applying as a foreign exchange student would cost double the price of regular tuition. Things became real very quickly. I could not go to school, and I could not go out and apply for a job. What was I going to do? I had already waited 12 years for the INS process and still nada. And just like that, my American dream had been shattered.

A year later I finally received my “Permanent Residency”. For those of you that might not  know, that means that I would finally be given a social security card. I enrolled at the local community college and was off to doing all the things I once dreamed of doing. But of course, things don’t always go as planned. That same year, love found its way into my heart. From this love, came one of the most wonderful things that has ever happened to me: motherhood. Robert, my boyfriend at the time (husband now) and myself were both young parents going to school. It only took me one semester to realize that, school had to be put on standby. Nothing else mattered at that time, but that sweet boy of mine. And just like that, I dropped out of college.

After many years of contemplating going back to school and three kids later, I mustered up the courage to enroll once again at the local community college. I hated every minute of it. Not the academic portion, but the fact that I was so much older than my classmates. I was a happy gal when I transferred out, and could not wait for two years to fly by.  And there I was on December 7, 2014, thinking about how at 5:20pm I would be walking out as a college undergraduate. I wouldn’t be visiting my advisor to see what classes I would be registering for the next term. Or getting the scoop on next semester’s professors. I would be done. My sweet boy Miles had accompanied me to school that day, and he would be walking out with me at the end of class. To think that he was the driving force behind me dropping out of school, and to have him there by my side at the finish line, well-it meant the world to me. Of course, there are other reasons that encouraged me to finish what I once started. Amongst those reasons are my parents, and my two other babes. But there are special ties, memories, and experiences that are unique and are only shared with certain people. This is the one I share with Miles.

Miles, thank you for letting me know in your own unique way that things would work out for me, for us. I think back at all the songs you used to sing to me at the tender age of 3, and they all make sense to me now… one went a little something like this: “and we’ll all float on alright, already we’ll all float on alright, don’t worry even if things end up a bit too heavy, we’ll all float on alright…” Thank you for guiding me all along.

Who knows what life has in store for me next, but I do know that “we will continue to float on OK”.




4 thoughts on “We’ll All Float On…

  1. Han says:

    First of all, thank you for making me cry. Second of all, what a beautiful and amazing story. Life has this funny way of surprising us with situations that do not seem to make sense, especially in that particular moment. But it is also up to ourselves to continue to move forward and overcome those obstacles and challenges in order to see the logic behind the surprise. What you have accomplished is more than just a college degree, you’ve achieved the core meaning of what life is all about. Your dedication to your family is exemplary and they are all a standing indication of who you are as a human being. May life continue to guide you through the twists and turns. God bless you my dear friend. 🙂


    • Your beaiyiful words brought ME to tears. You really are this beautiful radiant light that shines and guides. You too are a piece of this puzzle. I carry your posotive spirit everywhere I go. ❤


  2. Karla Damian says:

    Omg girl, thank you for sharing and making me cry. I relate to your story in many ways. When I was a junior in high school I decided to drop out of high school, because I was told the hard way that since I was an illegal alien, I was not going to be able to go to college, get a driver license and a job. So I gave up! I borrowed my aunts social security got a fake permanent resident card and got a job at a warehouse making 12.00 an hour this is back in 1999. So I said to myself I guess I don’t need a college degree after all. Then I made the stupid decision of marrying a guy who I was dating, was abusive just in order for me to be legal in this country. I got my green card, social security card, driver license and a car and I decided to go back to school got my high school diploma and I eventually enrolled at a community college and by the second semester I was pregnant with my first child. I put everything on hold for my son, I divorced my sons father not because I had my documents but because he sent me to the hospital with a broken arm, and rib cage and a few Bruce’s on my face. After riding in a roller coaster I decided it’s time for me to go back to school and now a US Citizen of this country with two boys and on my second marriage I finally had the courage to say screw it I don’t care if I am 35 but I need to get my degree and I am not giving up! I am 2 semesters away from obtaining my associates degree! Everything I went through it was all worth it, thank you for sharing….


    • Karla- thank you for sharing such a courageous story. My hopes for starting this blog were exactly to do just this. To let others know that they’re nit the only ones fighting this battle. Stories of achievement are what will push us through our toughest challenges. You’re almost there…xx


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