When I first began applying for colleges, I truly had no idea what I wanted to do or be. As most confused, helpless high school seniors in the same predicament, I declared Business Administration as my major. I figured it wouldn't hurt to have a degree in something useful like business while I still try to figure out what I would want to be stuck doing for the next 20 years. It wasn’t until my sister, who goes to school in Rome, came back for the summer that I realized I could do so much more than just business. She was explaining to me how good her semester had been, since she had finally started to take some really "fascinating" history classes. And as she was telling me all of what she learned, all I could focus on was how excited and passionate she was about this subject. Only then I realized that I was accepting something that I did not want, nor have any interest in. Weeks go by and I am still struggling coming up with anything that sounds potentially interesting to me, at least enough to switch majors for. One day, I'm out getting lunch with my best friend and her mom at one of our favorite cafes, and as we’re ordering, she is telling us about one of her patients and the great progress they have made together. She has been a psychologist for 13 years specializing in LGBTQ teenagers, and was telling us about certain things she has to say or do with her patients to help them accordingly. This really amazed me, how someone can work and talk with a person to help be there and guide them through their challenges. So, I started exploring some possible paths I could take regarding psychology. That’s when I discovered the entirety of the social science branch and fell upon Neuroscience/neuropsychology. I remember getting genuinely excited to learn all of this new information about something I had never really considered previously. As I was researching and reading about all of what neuropsychology entails, it felt right and something I wanted to try and pursue.