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My university life was full of experiences that made this person. Starting from the early days, before entering college, I wasn’t ready to be a college student. I didn't know what I wanted to be or what I wanted to study. My parents, as with all parents around the world, wanted the best for their children, I know. To this day, I don't know why I have chosen to study special education. Maybe it is because of my sister's issue, or maybe it is because I can find myself in this field more than in other fields. Later on, my university had a special way of distributing us in the right fields of specialization for the last year in special education. We had an interview, and, based on our performance in the interview, we got accepted into the right field of specialization. I have always wanted to be a special education teacher, especially in the field of mental retardation. A memory stuck in my mind about the interview day. First of all, my youngest brother, who was three and a half years old, wanted to come with me to the class that day, so I took him with me.

I remember how the students were waiting outside the staff room, as well as how we were reading and reviewing the basic information about the major and the field that we wanted. I was standing in the front of the door waiting for my turn. At that time, I wanted to finish the interview as soon as possible; I did not want to think a lot about this interview; I wanted to finish this stress right away; I did not want to be in these hard emotions. When my turn appeared, I asked my brother to sit with my friend until I finished the interview, at first, he agreed, but when he saw me entering the staff room he wanted to come with me. My professors accepted that I remembered the smell of coffee and the hot air condition sound. I memorized how I had gotten confused, and was nervous with Dr. Hanadi asked me, "How are you?" At the beginning of the interview, I was shaking my legs all the time; that’s me when I get scared and worried. They asked me a lot of questions about mental retardation and the other fields. This question that I remembered clearly from one of the professors, moderate-intensity impediment classified under any classification in the human intelligence graph. What I remembered, at that time, was the intensive and simple impairment, but I could not remember what this imperilment fits in which category from the graph. I was moving my hands as the graph lines directed and saying everything that was on the graph accept the required one. I tried to close my eyes and photograph the graph; it was so hard at that moment, seeing how the human memory can fail a person at any time or sometimes at the most important times or events. Finally, I remembered; it was from 70 to 55, finally! However, the interview went well until the hardest part came, when one of my professors said that she saw me in a better place than mental retardation. Even when I graduate from the mental retardation program, I will still get nervous when I remember that moment. I turned my face from them, trying to hold myself, but I couldn’t, and I started to cry, which panicked my brother. I remember how I told them that this is what I want; I can’t find myself anywhere else. I cried because this is not anyone else's decision, but it's my future, my decision, not theirs. Dr. Hanadi told me: "Hibah, it's OK; this is your dream, and I believe in your ability to work in this field. You remind me of myself when I was in your age." It’s an issue if we make society the judges of our dreams and hopes. I know sometimes our decisions are controlled by what people around us want us to be or do. However, we should follow our dreams no matter how hard it be to achieve them. Most of the time, society controls everything around us. It’s us but in an external environment. Society controls us by gratifying us when we obey it and punishing us when we don’t. We learn at a very early age that we have to “go along to get along.” In my country, we said that dying with a group of people is more pious than dying alone.

When making a decision, think if you are doing it for yourself or for others. Do what you think is right. This is your life, not anyone else's. The memory of the story I recounted before will last forever because I fought for what I wanted, and maybe I wouldn't have fought if I had been on a battlefield in which I didn't want to be. If I hadn't fought that day, I wouldn't be today as happy as I am now.