A Narrative Essay About My Future Plans

What’s my story you ask! Well, that’s a road with a number of twists and turns that brought me to this moment. But, let’s start with today. Today, I am a 34 year-old man who is enrolled in his final term in college with the expectation of being granted a B.S. in Psychology. Today is actually the beginning of the future that I envisioned when I was 12 years old.

Looking back as long ago as middle school I wanted to be a psychologist. I was lucky enough to attend a university related laboratory school that challenged my thinking, encouraged my creativity, and allowed me to meet people from around the world. It was an ideal educational system, but it in no way prepared me for the intricacies of navigating high school. I am sure I am not alone when I say those were not the best days of my life. And unfortunately some of those experiences left life-long effects. Surviving high was the priority and the promise of going away to college the goal. I may have realized the goal of getting there but I was in no way prepared. I would say that my

It is interesting that being a psychologist was always how I saw myself. Throughout times of doubt it always came back to that. In order to use my time well, since I was not in school, I went to work for my grandfather. He was an Italian immigrant who needed to learn English when he was enrolled in first grade, he was a high school football star, a WW II veteran, and the owner of a car dealership. He was confident, strong, and always saw the good in people. He used his time, and mine, to model how to treat people when they could afford the car they wanted and when they needed a loan. He included me in the business and even when he had coffee with his friends. He was the person that never doubted that when I was ready I would find my way. And I decided that I would prove him