I was in 9th grade when a classmate confided in me and said, " How come you understand things so easily and the way no one else does ?" That statement stayed with me. By the time I was in 10th grade, I had started borrowing psychology books from seniors in 11th and 12th. I was deeply curious about this subject called Psychology . It felt like a good fit for me, but I needed more than just a vague feeling. As I skimmed through chapters on memory, learning, and abnormal behaviour, I felt something click. I was intrigued. Excited. For the first time, I was choosing subjects based on genuine interest rather than what was enforced, regardless of aptitude. That freedom was empowering. By 11th and 12th grade, it became a clear choice: this was what I wanted to pursue in my undergraduate studies. I went on to do my Honours in Applied Psychology, and honestly, every day in that course reaffirmed my decision. Especially in the classes of a few unforgettable professors, I found myself t...