Autobiography for me.

I am a genuinely good person. I care about the people in my life and try my hardest to make them feel comfortable and loved.

I am a psychology major, planning to work in a high school and help kids, like my younger brother, who have learning disabilities and have to overcome them (on top of peers trying to bring them down.)

I also deem myself the councilor-in-house where I live. My futon is always open when girls are having a hard time. Not to pump myself up, but it seems that people feel comfortable talking to me. I'm a listener, which is good, seeing as my future profession calls for lots of listening. I am hardly trained and I know my counseling skills will continue to improve through school, but I am on the right track. It feels good to know that already people trust me with their problems and can come to me when they don't know what to do. I don't offer much advice (because I'm not a trained councilor) but people seem to feel a little better after letting out their stress or frustration. I always feel better after venting to a friend or parent, so I know it helps to have an open ear that wants you to feel better.

That is why I know I am on my way towards the right profession. I always thought I was going to be a teacher. My mom is a teacher, as well as several aunts, my grandmother and many close family friends. It was all I knew, so I resorted to it when people asked. One day, I think during my junior year of high school, it hit me! That was THE LAST THING I WANTED TO DO WITH MY LIFE! Psychology, especially in schools, is not far off from teaching so getting to know my brother's councilor and seeing what he did felt right. It was such a relief coming into college knowing what I wanted to major in and every psychology class I take gets me more excited for the future.

That was a lot of personal rambling, but writing exercises like this are powerful. This post is not meant for anyone else. It is meant for me. I can reread it and know that I am on a good life track.