I was born in Brenham, TX to two wonderful parents. They taught me the importance of family and loving despite the condition of the moment. One night, my dad sat down and told me the ugly truths of being disenfranchised, oppressed, rejected, disillusioned, gagged, and even terrorized. His story was about a Black person living in America, but as I grew, I found that Black people are not the only ones with this story; they are simply the poster child. I spent most of my junior high and high school years convincing teachers I did not belong in slow classes. The California Achievement Test and TAAS measured my I.Q and academic abilities and I was seen as a slow learner. However, I was accepted into Sam Houston State University. Even though I was making A’s and B’s in my college preparation and honors courses, my guidance counselor did not think I would be successful at a university. At Sam Houston, I finally had my first taste of freedom. My parents were strict and did not allow me to hang out with friends, go to parties or experience the madness of having a boyfriend, and suddenly I was the master of my own fate. Unfortunately, I spent more time finding myself than my classes. Even though my lack of concentration and study is regrettable, it was during this time I fell in love with sociology. While my classmates were studying its theories, I was seeing it unfold before me. I was in my own collegiate wonderland of sociological preparation and tutelage. The more I learned about people, the more I learned about myself. I studied my Bible more, questioning its teachings for assurance. For four years I practiced the game of life on the safe grounds of Sam Houston State University. After graduation, I got a job at Foley’s Department Store. The decision to go back to school was easy. I started Texas Southern University in the fall of 2001. I embraced the work and research with more seriousness than I had as an undergrad. I excelled in the qualitative analysis of sociology because it is the things we cannot measure that sometimes mean the most. The study was broken into three disciplines: general, urban, and clinical sociology. I fastened myself to clinical sociology because the basic principal is that everyone is not mentally challenged due to chemicals being excreted in the brain. The inability to deal with certain situations is not always some psychosis. Social interaction plays a major role in the perceptions people have about themselves, which affects response. Today I work for the Office of the Texas Attorney General