It was early September and the autumn leaves were ripe with vibrant colors as the wind blows on that lukewarm day. While the beautiful day was taking place, I was in a windowless classroom. The curiosity within me was yearning for what would happen in this dull prison called a classroom. How did a simple flyer simply stating, “Criminal Justice Club at Jerome Hall on Tuesday” entice me away from a gorgeous day?
A tall ominous woman walked the narrow aisle between the old wooden desk. Her hands moving the difficult ligneous podium. Her expression was stern as her rosy lipstick filled mouth was about to begin the session. The woman had said, “Welcome to the first Criminal Justice Club meeting for the fall semester! I am the president of the club and I
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It was bound to happen sooner or later. As soon as the dreadful sentence, “Everyone stand up state your name and career goals”, my heart sunk to the bottom of my chest.
Time flies when that fear grew to a love and commitment for the simply little club. Three years had pass, old members had graduated and I am wearing that woman’s first meeting shoes. The nervous freshmen from September had become the new President over time. That freshman was me.
The Criminal Justice club has unlocked leadership qualities that were hidden inside of me. The qualities that were covered in anxiety and doubt. My self-actualization had inspired me to the same for the members of my beloved club. The title of president did not lead me to believe I was higher than my fellow members. The freshmen from early September would not have grown if the club did not make her feel like she was part of family.
My contribution the Monroe College Community were my two helping hands. Criminal Justice students may feel lost in thoughts of doubt. “Will I get the dream career I want? Am I even capable of being a part of this