I don't think you wouldn't want to be a social worker. » Talking to the judge, I knew how much I loved being in the courthouse. As I walked back to the bailiff's office, I realized that I loved paperwork and wanted to become a paralegal. I knew being in the courthouse was where I belonged. When it was time to return to the branch's career center, I didn't want to leave. I wanted tomorrow to come, just so I could go back to the courthouse. I walked back to the branch career center and had the biggest smile on my face. I was stopped by Mr. Fredrick in the hallway. Mr. Fredrick said how happy he was that I had entered the courthouse. I explained the discussion I had with the judge and how I realized I wanted to become a paralegal. Mr. Fredrick then realized that the Bronson Police Department was not the place for me and the courthouse was where I belonged. Back home, I reviewed my day. I had come to the conclusion that I wanted to become a paralegal. That after only knowing me for one day, the judge pushed me to pursue my dreams. My professors came to the conclusion that I was going to stay at the courthouse all year instead of being moved to different rotations throughout the semester. After that day, I knew in my heart that the courthouse was where I