My Passion For The Field Of Psychology

There are numerous universities in Texas that offer great things. The hardest decision for me is picking and choosing a university that offers everything I want. Texas A&M university is a good fit for me because it offers psychology, a great variety of extracurricular activities.

At three in the morning, the phone rang. A trembling voice relayed the news that my friend had fallen into a coma due to an inoperable brain aneurysm. A few days later, her family decided to stop life support after confirmation that she was completely brain-dead. The fact that nothing could be done for her in this day and age, despite all our technological advancements, was a great shock to me. In addition, the fact that she was younger than me made me realize how short and precious each life truly is. Her death inspired me to pursue medicine so that one day, others in similarly hopeless situations, would have a chance to survive. My dream is that one day, I will contribute to bringing medicine one step closer to curing someone with a

I’ve always loved the thrill of a challenge, and what’s more challenging than attempting to study the most mysterious thing known to mankind: the human brain? Dr Oliver Sacks said ‘If a man has lost a leg or an eye, he knows he has lost a log or an eye; but if he has lost a self – himself – he cannot know it, because he is no longer there to know it.’ Without memory, what are we at all? Memory makes us the person that we are; we build from our past experiences and use them to adapt our personality, and the complexity of it all is what intrigues me to pursue psychology at university and into a career as a neuropsychologist. In 2009 a family member of mine was diagnosed with Huntington’s disease. This was one of the first elements that sparked

As I frantically got my lunch, books, and backpack together for school, I heard the news in the living room ringing in my ears. Another shooting down in American history, this one at Sandy Hook Elementary School. The news reporter began to talk about Adam Lanza, the shooter, who was deeply troubled in his teenage years. As the reporter elaborated, he revealed details that Lanza had access to guns. I felt my chest begin to tighten as I thought about dangerous people having the ability to purchase guns with no struggle. With each word spilling out of the reporter’s mouth I suddenly felt like oxygen was escaping my body and a sense of fear came over me. Out of nowhere, like a train hitting a car, I heard my mom yell, “It’s time to go, it’s 7:35.” I say, “Okay I’m coming!” even though

I find myself looking over my shoulder every time I step outside my front door. Violence has opened my eyes and destroyed my dreams of peace. When I first moved to Philadelphia from Puerto Rico, I moved into a neighborhood that was full of gangs and drugs. Philadelphia represented a new start, a chance for me to breathe again. I had experienced a tragic shooting right before my ten year old eyes in Puerto Rico; my mom’s best friend was killed, while the murderer calmly walked away. We escaped to Philadelphia, and I thought my days of witnessing horrific violence were over. However, my dreams were shattered like gunshots in the night. One day, while I was napping, I was awoken by a series of deafening pops. As soon as I heard them, I dropped

Psychology has always fascinated me, learning about classical conditioning (Ivan Pavlov), personality the id, ego, and superego (Sigmund Freud), were all interesting subjects in my high school introduction to psychology class. This subject was very interesting that it planted a desire that I had never forgotten, the desire of wanting to be a psychologist. The dysfunctional home environment in which I grew up also played a role in my decision. Although, I presently I hold a BA in Information Systems, I decided to return to school for my masters in psychology, since it was my first love. Choosing clinical psychology with a specialization in forensic was an easy decision, I love psychology and learning about the law of our country and the United Kingdom. One of my favorite past times is watching television shows old and new alike, such as Perry Mason, The Good Wife on CBS, Law and Order/Special Victim Unit on NBC, and Damages on Netflix. Television shows in the United States and the United Kingdom are not my only pass time, I love to cook, growing up in a Jamaican household undoubtedly allowed me the ability to learn to cook, some of their main dishes such as ackee and salt/cod fish, escovitch fish, curry chicken and much more. My mother also taught me to cook Italian dishes, and within the last three years I’ve learned to bake challah bread. The field of psychology is important to because I hope to comprehend violence

Through the last two years as a student at Manchester Community College, I have been able to experience numerous classes and meet wonderful professors. In my first semester of college, I decide to take a general psychology class with Dr. Francine Rosselli-Navarra. She taught me that psychology is a science, which studies our minds and behaviors. After that class I knew that I did not just want to study the physical feature of the brain and the brain process, but how the interactions with and within our brains that produce our cognitive functions. After completing that psychology class I realized that I did not wish to be a biology major anymore, instead I wished to study in the field of Neuroscience, which is a combination of both biology and psychology.

The last time I went to visit family in 2015, grandmother pointed out every shooting to her memory in the past year, “the house next to this one had a couple fighting and the woman got shot,” “The arcade became a bar and has had two shootings this year,” “Right there, we saw a carjacking by gunpoint.” She seemed unphased by the amount of violence near their home. She and my grandfather, Nonno, had become jaded from the long-lasting violence near them. All I could think while being in Kankakee was, “get away.” Ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks rushed past the house every few minutes, meaning something terrible must have happened too often.

Monique and her family have experienced many incidents in her Liberian homeland that will have a lasting effect on them. The probable psychiatric effects of living through war, bombings, and destruction of your own village as you flee from it, are sure to play into the psyches of folks long after being removed from the immediate danger. Though the initial removal from this scene must surely be a relief, the overall toll it takes on folks would be very disturbing and burdensome. The worry of loved ones and friends left behind, and of losing your home and effects surely must be overwhelming. Even Monique’s family’s escape experience was harrowing with going through the checkpoints, being detained and the car being searched, and lastly, that final

The five-year-old boy watched as his older brother began to point the gun towards his mother's head. She began to tremble and shake in fear. Tears flowed down her face like raindrops rolling down a window. He saw his brother show no fear in his eyes. As the gang of 11 or so boys hovered behind him, they watched him as if something was supposed to happen. Before I could take my eyes off the group, a loud shot rang through my ears. I couldn't believe what my eyes had just witnessed. This is just one of the many testimonies that have yet to be told from the perpetrator's point of view. A lot of people look at these kids and feel empathy for them because there they were drugged, kidnapped, or forced into these ragtag armies . However, I know at

First confusion and shock, then terror, followed by sadness and sympathy, and lastly anger were my mother’s emotions on September 11, 2001 when she was told that a hijacked airliner crashed into the Twin Towers in New York City. Families such as mine had many different reactions to the attacks on September 11th. Kelly Rierson, my mother, was profoundly affected by the events of the attack on America, on September 11, 2001. Rierson recalls the day as a typical sunny day in September in North Carolina. She had gotten my fourth grade, older sister, and I, at 4 years old, up and off to school and daycare and then made it to work just fine. While in a meeting, my mom got a

It was 2 a.m., and my father, mother, two siblings, and I were headed home after an exhausting night of celebration. My father was driving and decided to use a shortcut to get home. When we were heading through an unknown neighborhood, I noticed something unusual: There were five black trucks parked in the middle of a driveway. As we headed closer, I heard my mother advise my father to turn around, but he did not listen. Then, I noticed that there were people standing in the street, and they were armed. I cried; I could not contain my instant

Throughout America’s history, Americans have seen waves and waves of violence. The bloody American culture has taken away any sense of security that Americans may have had. Due to media coverage we are now more in the front lines than ever. Which means that we now feel personal connection victims that are on the news coverage because we know that in one way or another we all share the same characteristics.

When I enrolled into Bryan collage I knew I wanted to work in the psychology field, but not sure what specific area. Honestly, to this day I am still undecided. Working in the school system seems like a job I would enjoy, but there is so much controversy about budgets and cut backs so that scares me a little. I work with children now and their parents so I think I could handle this job daily with no problems. However, I feel drawn to work on the clinical side and have for some time now. There are so many people out there who need help makes me want to join the field that much more. I have nothing but respect for anyone already working in it.

Almost all little girls start their primary schooling years wanting to play school and wanting to learn. At home they act like they are teaching their own classroom and leading their group of students in front of them (most likely a stuffed animal), but their imagination, creativity, and eagerness to learn is at the peak when they begin their first day of school. Ever since that day I still want to be an educator and to make a difference in this field for the better. I have always found that the most intriguing thing for me in life is conveying knowledge and skills onto other people and watching in their eyes when the switch finally clicks that they understand what I have been trying to teach them. Knowing that the impact you made for just that short amount of time in that child’s life may never be forgotten.