Reflective Essay For Social Work

At seventeen-going-on-eighteen, I began to learn how easy it was to be deceived by misconceptions about myself. Now, at a freshly turned nineteen, I am beginning to develop self-awareness. When I first ventured into applying to colleges, I thought I had known myself and what I wanted from a university. And the only institution I applied to had everything on this list: an exemplary social work program, a thriving Greek life, and a small student body that ensured I would not be lost in a sea of other students. After I submitted my application, I crossed my fingers and wished on stars that I would be accepted; if I were rejected, I had no idea what I would do next. Luckily, my fear never came into fruition as I was accepted with a substantial
However, the novelty of this university wore off quickly. I became disenchanted by its distance from home and the fact that the social work program was not what I had hoped. Though I excelled in my classes and became heavily involved in campus life, I realized that I did not seem to "fit" in the university's social climate or in my major. The social work department's focus on "micro," or individual, social work practice did not fulfill my aspirations to become a lobbyist. Furthermore, I thought that if I were change my major to political science, it would be in my best interest to attend a school closer to Washington,
I am no longer that superstitious girl who wishes instead of works, nor am I even a social work major. I am an assertive young women who will major in political science. I am hoping to interact with individuals from all over the globe, network with potential employers and professors, and maintain my 3.9 grade-point average while being a well-rounded student. Furthermore, if I am in Washington, D.C., I will receive ample relevant internship opportunities that will prepare me for my future