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Autobiographical narrative about joining the military
Autobiographical narrative about joining the military
Autobiographical narrative about joining the military
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Boot Camp Graduation! I remember seeing my moms face and, The tears rollind down her beautiful tan face. The way she looked at me when I read my speech. It wasn't just a speech. It was from the bottom of my heart, something I really ment. I close my eyes and I can still picture everyone there and how proud they were of me. The smile on everyones face was what made this day so memorable. When my mom came and put my dog tags on me she gave me a hug, the warmth of her against me made me feel like I was home again, and I was never gone. The second she was gone all I could think about was that in the morning I was going home. That next morning I woke up was the day I won't forget. It was my last day at HCJC.
What was particularly memorable to you? What images or statements were meaningful to you? Why were they memorable? Be specific.
After 12 hours of surgery, assisting in a large operation for a young guy with "Treacher Collins syndrome". It was aw-inspiring how the team of OMS approached the patient, constructing his orbits, grafting and correcting his dentofacial deformity. Although I was exhausted, but I enjoyed every second of the operation and felt really proud and I knew that this is what I want to do for the rest of my life.
Every day of my life I have woken up to the sound of Reveille, and gone to bed listening to Taps. I have moved nine different times, know the feeling of having my dad deploy more than four times, and eating Thanksgiving dinner in a DEFAC is second-nature to me. Being an army child is a huge part of my life, however it does not define who I am; it has shaped how I view the world. Because of my life as a military child, I have determined that I am compelled to positively influence how others view life.
Throughout my entire life I have made a collection of many fond memories. Of those fond memories one in particular sticks out, my senior year during baseball season. I have played baseball since I was six years old and my senior season was by far the best of them. Memories were not only made on the field but also off of it, making us not only teammates but brothers. The memories I made with that team will forever be implanted into my mind and something that I will carry with me for the rest of my life.
It has been a couple months since bryan went to bootcamp. Bootcamp didn’t really change him his dad telling him the truth did. His dad told him what was the real reason why they got divorced. Bryan couldn’t hate his dad for what he did to his mo. Because he was the one who told him the truth. When he got out of bootcamp he felt confused. He didn’t know what to do. So he went to talk to his dad. He went to his dad’s house. His dad told him how he was feeling. Bryan said he felt confused. His dad told him why? Bryan said” because I don’t know how to tell my mom I am sorry.” His dad told him to just say sorry to his mom for everything that he has done to her. Bryan said I regret everything I have said and done to her I have to make things right.
The evening of my 8th grade honor roll ceremony is one of my favorite memories from middle school. Most people would choose graduation –or as my school liked to call it, promotion- but graduating wasn’t very special to me. Anyone who passed all of their classes with a D or above could graduate. That’s practically everyone in my grade! Another reason graduation wasn’t as important to me was because it was just middle school. I still had the two big ones. high school and college graduations. But the honor roll ceremony? That was something I was extremely excited to be a part of.
In second grade when I was 8 years old, I receive my first honor roll and they had a assembly for the people who made honors. On stage, the teacher was calling the names and passing out honor roll certificate and taking pictures, but it was mostly quite. When the teacher had called me, I see everyone in the room was clapping and dancing for me. I had so much love and I was truly humbled and blessed for that
It was the day that I graduated from basic military training and became an Airman in the illustrious United States Air Force. This event marked the completion of my childhood goal and sent me on the most remarkable journey of my life. It was my dream to become an aircraft mechanic. The icing on the cake was selection as an A-10 crew chief since it was my favorite military aircraft growing up. I enjoyed the opportunity to learn everything about it.
Growing up, I always imagined myself being a service member someday. For me, it was all about value. Being of value to your country and being a valuable member of a team. Not just any team, either: the Marines. I was in love with the idea of being a part of a real life version of Band of Brothers. This was my opportunity for great personal development and so I went for it.
I quickly unpack and my dad pulls my family aside and says “the first thing we are going to do is go to a luau.” I am so excited because I have never been to a luau in Hawaii! The luau was absolutely amazing! I am so glad that I got to go to one.
Like my many school friends, it was a stressful day in my life that I will never forget. It was a day I was very confused, alone, and scared. The biggest fear of me was to adapt the new environment. Being a first in the family to go to college in U.S was the biggest challenged to me. I was unknowledgeable how the university works.
The first time I held my little sister she felt like a fragile china doll in my arms, so delicate and dainty. Until that point I had never had a reason to feel any form of responsibility but holding her I felt like I had to be the perfect role model. I can not remember much about that day but what I do know is it will always be a special day in my life.
It was one of the most exciting and nerve racking days of our lives. Although we were finally leaving high school, the feeling of being unsure didn’t go away. The whole day was full of practicing for the big moment when the entire class graduated on to a new beginning. All the girls wore shiny bright red robes and the guys were dressed in a shiny navy blue. Standing there, I had no idea what to expect. Some things I were aware of, my friends were leaving and we wouldn’t be the same friends anymore. My role was that of being so aware of the future that I was too shocked to soak in the present; being a pessimist was my main goal and everything I was sure of became true.
It was in the beginning of 2010. I graduated to tenth grade, the senior year of the school. My emotions were driven by both anxiety and exultation. Since the final score in the tenth grade was a yardstick of our knowledge-gained and hard-work done throughout our schooling, all of us were concerned. However, the feeling of freedom after the tenth grade kept us elated. Those memories are quite vivid in my memory.
Graduation was the most important day in my life. I waited for this amazing day for twelve years to reach my dream and move on to college. For most people, graduation is a memorable day. It is hard for me to forget it even after a hundred years. The day I woke up realizing it was my graduation day, I was smiling all day long knowing that I had made my family proud of me. I remember everything about my graduation day: my party, cake, dress, makeup, hair, cap and gown, and the gifts I got from family and friends.