My roommates knew pretty much everything about me and all the things I had been through. One roommate thought that because I was there for two of my best friends who had been abused by ex-boyfriends and a stepfather, they thought I chose my major to create a change in decreasing domestic abuse. After hearing my friend tell me that, I realized I had never made that connection. Feeling a little stupid for making this assumption, I always thought I chose to major in Criminal Justice because I preferred a non-desk job where I could work to solve problems and make a difference. I've never understood the point of working for something you don't appreciate and for the first time I'm interested in working. I understand the connection my roommates made to my past, although I felt inclined to speculate that even if it hadn't happened, I would still be where I am today, looking forward to what the future holds.