Commentary: Without the Dream Act, I could lose everything

I came to this country with my parents when I was 3 years old, and as I grew up in Salt Lake City, I assumed I was just like everyone else. But when I applied for college scholarships during my last year at Judge Memorial Catholic High School, I was asked to provide a Social Security number. My mom explained to me that I did not have one because I was undocumented.I was accepted at the University of Utah, but I kept telling my boyfriend, “What’s the point of getting an education if I