My entire childhood was spent growing up a few miles off the Atlantic coast in Virginia. As a first generation American of immigrant parents, it was always instilled in me that an education was incredibly important. Seeing my parents work tirelessly to provide me and my siblings a good life was a testament to that pursuit of the American dream through the growth of learning and knowledge. Even though my own mother had a disabling condition being completely deaf and lacking any way of communicating in English, she continued to work hard to provide in whatever way she could. You could say that this exposure to seeing my own parent learn to accommodate for herself in an English-speaking and hearing world piqued an initial interest in me to supporting others with individual differences and impairments. As with many young college freshmen, I started my undergraduate studies at Old Dominion University not entirely sure of what to pursue as a career. My interests were varied and included architecture and engineering (as they matched my visual-spatial and mathematical strengths), graphic design (as it spoke to my creative and imaginative side), and advertising and marketing communications (for the highly social, design, and problem-solving aspects of the field).