Why I Chose Social Work
Why I chose to become a social work major is a question in which I feel I can sum up in one sentence. No, not to help people, but to make a difference in the lives of the people all around me. Social Work is a major, in which I can go from many different angles to reach out and change a situation that may be going on to improve a person or persons involved. Being that I came into Social Work after obtaining my Associates Degree in Child Development. I noticed that there was more I wanted to do than just being in a classroom setting, I felt that my passion for children needed to go beyond the classroom. That is when I decided that I needed to excel in my knowledge and passion for helping to the Social Work field.
When I got my first job in a daycare, there was a little boy who was under my care. He was in the summer program. He was 10 years old. From the first day, I started working I noticed that this little boy was always by himself and barely …show more content…
So, I took it upon myself to always speak to him and just try to interact with him, getting him to open up and talk to the other kids. One day a lady came with her brief case and it was his social worker. The little boy had been considered as being neglected, by his mother. The charge was that she was mentally ill. The social worker would ask him a series of questions, and he would answer them. She always tried to make him feel comfortable with her. After she would finish, the little boy always said, “no matter what my family say my mom is not crazy, she is just being herself.” After seeing that, I knew that I wanted to try and do more for bettering a child’s life outside of the classroom setting. Yes, as a childcare provider, I am molding a
When I got my first job in a daycare, there was a little boy who was under my care. He was in the summer program. He was 10 years old. From the first day, I started working I noticed that this little boy was always by himself and barely …show more content…
So, I took it upon myself to always speak to him and just try to interact with him, getting him to open up and talk to the other kids. One day a lady came with her brief case and it was his social worker. The little boy had been considered as being neglected, by his mother. The charge was that she was mentally ill. The social worker would ask him a series of questions, and he would answer them. She always tried to make him feel comfortable with her. After she would finish, the little boy always said, “no matter what my family say my mom is not crazy, she is just being herself.” After seeing that, I knew that I wanted to try and do more for bettering a child’s life outside of the classroom setting. Yes, as a childcare provider, I am molding a