At the time, my sister was attending Kennesaw State University and I had no intentions of following in her footsteps there. I loved the small town atmosphere of Dahlonega and how it was not too far from home but not right around the corner. My friends who also went with me that day may have also had some influence on me going to school here. However; choosing a major was not as easy as choosing where I wanted to attend school at. I always played school growing up, waking up at 7:00 a.m. on Saturday just so I could replay the school day with my imaginary class and the whiteboard I so dearly loved. I struggled my first two years at deciding when I finally decided I would just choose nursing. After the countless hours in the chemistry lab, all nighters studying molecules and bonds and the dread to attend Anatomy class, I came to the conclusion that a nursing degree was not the degree for me. The following summer, I got the chance to work at a special needs camp for eight weeks. I instantly fell in love with these children and all their different personalities; especially one child named Malachi. He was a six year old boy who was non-verbal and had the speech of an eighteen-month hold. Through the course of the summer, I watched Malachi make such minute progress, but I was instantly intrigued by what was going on in his brain. I decided then that I wanted to be a Speech Therapist and would get my Bachelor’s degree in Early Childhood. I would then make my way to graduate school to earn my degree in Speech
At the time, my sister was attending Kennesaw State University and I had no intentions of following in her footsteps there. I loved the small town atmosphere of Dahlonega and how it was not too far from home but not right around the corner. My friends who also went with me that day may have also had some influence on me going to school here. However; choosing a major was not as easy as choosing where I wanted to attend school at. I always played school growing up, waking up at 7:00 a.m. on Saturday just so I could replay the school day with my imaginary class and the whiteboard I so dearly loved. I struggled my first two years at deciding when I finally decided I would just choose nursing. After the countless hours in the chemistry lab, all nighters studying molecules and bonds and the dread to attend Anatomy class, I came to the conclusion that a nursing degree was not the degree for me. The following summer, I got the chance to work at a special needs camp for eight weeks. I instantly fell in love with these children and all their different personalities; especially one child named Malachi. He was a six year old boy who was non-verbal and had the speech of an eighteen-month hold. Through the course of the summer, I watched Malachi make such minute progress, but I was instantly intrigued by what was going on in his brain. I decided then that I wanted to be a Speech Therapist and would get my Bachelor’s degree in Early Childhood. I would then make my way to graduate school to earn my degree in Speech