When I finally decided which branch I wanted to join. Finally one day I woke up, it was going to be one of the best days ever so far that I wore my Sunday clothes, and headed down to the nearest recruiting officer. I was ready to sign all the paper work and join. Then it struck me, what if I couldn’t join? What if this isn’t the service I might not enjoy after a couple of years, all the questions that fill your mind before wanting to make a huge life choice .all struck me at once. Once there I went towards the Marines (Later I did realize this wasn’t the branch I would’ve rather joined), and there I started, I took the practice ASVAB, I talked to them about what I wanted to get out of joining and why. As towards the end of the interview, they did ask for something I couldn’t provide, proof of residency. I thought that the Immigration card (DACA card) would work, but since the least you need to be when joining the military is a permanent resident, the Card didn’t cover that. The distraught that was on me when I realized some of the many things I couldn’t do due to my history, something I’ve wanted since a child. It was life learning of the many things in the near …show more content…
The next step after the military would’ve been with police; I wanted to become an investigator with the Albuquerque Police Department. So I started to research all I could about the field and many things I could do within the department or around the field. Soon as I kept studying, reading many websites within the ABQ police department, I did realize that most of the jobs within the force’s requirements included, being a US Citizen, some more disappointment had bought but I knew that some stuff like wouldn’t slow me down to the many opportunities I did have open. While researching more, I did find out that I did qualify for something, and that I would get a part time job with them just to get my foot inside while I wait until hopefully the day would come. My next attempt would’ve been within the APD Police Service Aide. It would be a part time, but as DACA, I can do that! I was finally excited about it, one day, after work, I filled all the paper work, all the truths and false about my history and what I had done in the past, and finally I was set, in one day my plans for the next 3 years could be set, the first test day was coming up and I was