Life seems to take many twists and turns that somehow mesh into each other to form a chaotic knot of happenings. All of these occurrences are supposed to shape you into a wiser more experienced person. Many people can even pin point the exact moment in their life which was forever changed by a single event. When that event happens it becomes an unforgettable memory for you and teaches you a lesson that becomes one of the basic guidelines in your life.
The event that forever changed me and was most significant to me was when I decided what I planned on doing for the rest of my life; choosing my major. I knew exactly what I would plan on doing my freshman year of high school, and that was working with kids who are less fortunate. I didn’t know what category that fit under, but that’s because I didn’t end up worrying about my major until the end of my junior year. I began putting all the pieces together of what I love doing and I figured out my career would be working as a Social Worker.
I chose Sociology as my major in college and never second guessed it. There are many reasons as to why I decided this will be my future, but the main ones are my own passion, my teachers’ experiences, and the feeling anyone gets when they help someone they don’t know just because they want to, not because they’ll get something out of it. That, itself, is reward enough. It all started when I did my first volunteer project in my freshman year of high school. What we did was re-model the girls’ bathroom for my school over a one week period.
Even though it didn’t necessarily involve less fortunate kids, it still gave me a sense of pride and accomplishment knowing I helped an entire school full of my friends. At that point, I started thinking about my next service project and couldn’t wait to volunteer again. Before that, I always thought I would be the type to become a lawyer because I loved arguing and was good at proving my points. I wasn’t worried about going to school for eight years after college either, nothing was getting in my way of me going to Law School and passing the bar exam. But I was really young nd something better came along, and I’m glad for that because I would have ended up doing something that isn’t right for me. I dropped the lawyer dream and pursued studying the society so I can have a better and higher chance of fulfilling my real dream. If I didn’t do that, I would be typing a completely different essay on a completely different significant event in my life that doesn’t have any relation to Sociology. As I left my freshman and sophomore year behind me and approached my junior and senior year, I began thinking about my senior project and what I want to do, not what’s easy or would take the least amount of effort and time.
My first idea was to job shadow my dad because I liked working with him, but I thought about it and didn’t want to do it 100%. My next idea was what I want to do for community service, and of course, I think back to my first experience with community service, which was helping others. I wanted to volunteer at a foster home because that’s first-hand experience of being around less fortunate kids and gaining knowledge of what a Social Worker does, however there wasn’t anything available within the time range I needed it to be. The next best thing was volunteering at a Boys & Girls Club.
Yes, I still help children who need it, but I wasn’t able to be around a Social Worker like I hoped. It was still a good experience, though, because I was on my own and made my own decisions. I brought the idea to my advisor and she approved while I told her my next steps. I went to the closest club, filled out an application, met with my mentor, and began within the next month. I volunteered three times a week for a month adding up to more than 50 hours of community service with those kids. The things I did included teaching them to read, write, and play basketball.
When I had to place all this information into a power point and present it to advisors and parents, I presented it with full confidence. It was, hands down, one of the best experiences I could have gone through in order to set my declared Sociology major in stone and become a Social Worker in the future. After my presentation was finished, the feedback I got from my panel made my final decision complete. The response that got to me most was what my advisor, Ms. Lewis said to me, “You’re one of the seniors that I can tell want to have this project be your career path without anything or anyone getting in the way. It’s easy to remember something someone says to you that’s meaningful, even if it’s sentences and sentences long, because it sticks to your brain. Her support and the support of another teacher of mine made my senior project and declared major be one of my greatest accomplishments so far in my life. The other teacher I mentioned, Mr. Fosberg, was my Sociology teacher my senior year. His class and what he taught us were another factor I included in my overall decision to become a Sociology major. I was only in his class for a semester, but the way he taught was unlike any other teacher I had.
He was brutal, but honest. He was always right, not because he said so, but because he proved it. The view he has on society somehow became implanted in my brain also, and his view was that of a realist. His experience combined with my determination made my senior project collide together. He was my mentor throughout my senior year, and I met with him outside of class to talk about everything from his college experience to the changes today’s society is facing. He made me think, speak up, and not be afraid to say my opinion.
That’s the life of a Sociologist and I respect him for his accomplishments. The way he looks at life is the way I want to look back on my life thinking to myself, “I did everything I wanted to do and I’m thankful for that. ” There has only been one thing, or person, trying to convince me to choose a different major; my dad. I wish he would stop and accept my choice, but I understand his reasoning behind it. His sister chose to be a Sociologist and she loved it at its early stages, like I do right now, not wanting to be or do anything else because it’s what made her happy.
However, she got too involved to the point where it took control of her life. She believed in the rules of Sociology more than she believed in life. She read thousands and thousands of books that had different ideas in each one, which is what caused her brain too be filled with too much information. How she’s living her life right now is unbearable, out of touch with her loved ones, even my dad. I know that’s a good argument, but my dad needs to trust me when I tell him I won’t turn out like her.
I feel like he’s beginning to because he knows how much I love it, but he’s cautious at the same time. With my mom helping him understand, I’ll make them both proud of me when I graduate with a degree in Sociology and a job offer as a Social Worker. As my first year in college reaches its middle point, I’m starting to take Sociology courses and begin setting the foundation for my career. With this and only this major in mind, I have a clear focus and view on how the rest of these three and a half years of college will turn out.
I know it will go by fast, but I realized the same thing in my freshman year of high school. Even though I hit a bump in the road my sophomore year, I won’t let history repeat itself in college because there’s a difference now than there was then; I’m choosing and experiencing what I want to study. With that in mind, I didn’t lose focus then and I won’t lose focus now. Choosing my major is the most significant moment in my life so far, but I have a feeling accomplishing it is going to be my next significant moment and I can’t wait.