When I first realized that I was interested in studying the inner workings of society, I remember being in a classroom full of students that seemed to only be interested in completing the bare minimum requirements or sub-par work while I was completely intrigued by the lectures. And despite my "Sociology of the Family" teacher having the most unenticing and monotonic voice, I was inexplicably drawn to the content of her lectures.

The majority of the class was busy texting on their cell phones or talking among themselves, while I listened intently as she explained why we do what we do as human beings and the driving forces behind our actions. At the end of the year, I went back to see my professor to acquire a letter of recommendation in the event that I'd need one to enter into my future university's sociology program.

It wasn't until I reached university that my anxiety slowly began creeping up on me again when I began realizing that sociology was, for lack of a better word, a dead end. I decided to also enroll in Concordia's Professional Writing Minor Program as means of adding tangibility to my educational carrer and to ensurie I don't end up working a low-paying job after completing my bachelor degree.

A moment of conflict between my own experience and conventional wisdom is when I slowly began losing faith in religion as a result of enriching my education. This is a perfect example of me struggling to find value in something that is increasingly being rejected, or for lack a better word disregarded, by society. In the end, studying sociology helped me make sense of my life and the actions of others.