I’m pretty… unexcited.
But that’s probably because I’m clearly dead inside.
I see a glimmer of hope that something I’ve been waiting 6 years for will come to pass. But I’ve made myself remain disillusioned because it’s possible that it may not come to pass. I’m tired of having heart palpitations as if in love, sleepless nights due to excitement, and the constant searching of any news to come through the grapevine only to end up having to be devastated. So instead, the more news and opinion pieces there are about the DREAM Act, the more I feel inclined to ignore them. I don’t care if there were to be a poll out that says 100% of Americans support the DREAM Act or if the Dalai Lama publically states support. The only headlines I’m looking for are “Senate passes the DREAM Act” and “Obama signs the DREAM Act into law”.
I’m not too superstitious a person, but over these 6 years, I’ve imagined genies to make wishes to. Alas, the folly of all wishes: I think I should have made sure to be specific in my wording. The Senate is considering passing the House version of the DREAM Act, rather than a Senate version so that, once passed, they would not have to spend time negotiating which parts of both the House and Senate versions to keep, discard, or compromise.
But, the House version…
The House version has an age cap of 30-years old. The “original” DREAMers, the DREAMers this legislation was initially written for a decade ago, would no longer be eligible for their own bill. The DREAMers who had been fighting the longest and hardest would be disqualified if the Senate were to pass the House version.
I should be letting myself feel happy, but instead, I feel heartless.
Am I being grateful or ungrateful by mentioning this?
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