New Cadet

“Aten-hut!” yelled the Major as he walked out of the office. I was calmly seated then, without a warning everyone rose in unison in about a split second. Trying not to attract attention I scrambled to my feet, not realizing I was not far enough from the desk. It made a huge rattle, and a never ending echo that haunted me the entire class. All eyes were on me; how embarrassing! The Major was coming out of his office, it was situated in the back of the class room, his voice was deep at least it was when he called a command. I concentrated on his foot steps, as if I was eavesdropping a conversation between two girls gossiping. My eyes were pinned on the board, as he was approaching the front of the classroom. I repetitively read the date, November 18, 2006, to try to keep the terror from building up. Every one appeared to be robots, chests barely moving and eyes drying up from lack of breath and not blinking. In my head played a horror theme song, one that would be played in a movie when you are anticipating a intensive moment; danuum, danuum, danum danum.

Time seem to have paused because it was an eternal wait for him to finally get to the front, I felt a sigh of relief; he seemed to be a decent man.

“Hey guy, how are you tuday?” As he skimmed through all the faces mine seemed to have caught his eye.

“Who are you?” His hair line almost met his eye brows with mountains of wrinkles in between. It must have been his curious face.

“I…I am Kathy Baez, I am a new student.” I tried to gulp down the saliva that was accumulating in my mouth before I drowned in the mist of me stuttering.

“Where did you come from?”

“Dr. Michael Krop they had the Navy JROTC, sir”

“Every one meet our new cadet.”

He had a Spanish accent, when ...

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...ting to demoting. Their uniforms were not to distinct from ours, they had black and white cord on their right shoulder and an insignia on their flight cap; when we saw an officer approaching we had to salute. Knowing I had the opportunity to join such an recognized group I took it in a heart beat. From that point I was unstoppable, the next year I became a squadron commander and vice president of Kitty Hawk, a JROTC honor society. I was a leader, I had reached my goal, but not only did I want to be a leader but get my cadets involved and assist them like Wendy did with me. When my squadron did well and impressed Major a rushing sensation of happiness and success would take over me like a cold chill with goose bumps from my toes to the tips of my blonde hair. I watched them bloom into mature cadets; I was honored to be apart of their improvement, our success!