I actually asked quite a bit of people to register before I could really get five to truly go through the process. I asked people named David Lara, Blake Gaughan, Tarrin Fair, Garret Dart, Katie O’Hanlon, Nolan Kirk, Brad Summers, Jacob Bone, Luke Million, Lyndsey Thurston, Mary Thomas, West Ballard, and Tami Ballard. Most of these people are fellow ROTC members with me, and I asked my parents. The people that in fact registered had large interest in to two front-runners Clinton and Trump.
As far back as I can remember I have had the desire to one day become an officer in the military and to serve the United States. I was raised to appreciate the incredible freedom and liberty American’s enjoy, and to understand how fortunate I am to be born in America. America needs great leaders and I am convinced there is no better path to cultivating the next generation of leaders than through the Army ROTC program. My goal is to become an ROTC cadet.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
After what seemed like an eternity of rigorous tests and dealing with the painful longing of wanting to hold a precious baby of my own in my arms, it happened; my dreams at long last came true. I was pregnant! But something happened; I felt my world come crashing down. The thought of bringing another life into this world terrified me.
The drive is my favorite place to be. The reason behind this is that the drive is a perfect purgatory. A perfect middle ground. In the drive i’m going somewhere and yet at the same time i’m going nowhere. You’re leaving and going at the same time. I love this fulcrum because it allows me to not worry about making a decision because it’s happening at the same time. A moment of peace.
Determined to win I said, “Come on guys we need to play defence and protect me because if we lose this game we lose the tournament and we need to win this tournament.”
The second position I volunteered as is a caretaker. I would come into VIP to take care bunch of toddler or very young kids ranging from ages 3 months to 6 years of age. My duty considered of me watching the youngsters, like making sure they get along, changing diapers, and making sure they are safe. It wasn’t a hard job to do, because I have experiences with kids. I raised my sister when she was an infant. I learned to change diapers, and feed her, as well as bathe her. I am grateful for obtaining these skills, because I was able to utilize them on the real world. For example, kids, I need to be patience with them. Some children were insecure and didn’t want to leave their mother, so I would let the children cry until they feel better. I
My event all started out on a beautiful, warm and sunny, sunday in August. I was invited to go to my longtime friend, Tyler´s house. Tyler was a very nice and cool person to be around if you know him, but anyway we were just outside playing basketball in his nice, outgoing and fancy neighborhood of his.
Sweat dripping off my forehead and into to my eyes making them burn. Each step I take is pain. My feet weigh 100 pounds, my legs are noodles, and my shoulders are tense. It’s becoming harder to breath. With each step of pain yells a voice in my head saying “STOP! GIVE UP!” But I will not because this is a sport that I love and deep down I know I can do this. I can go faster.
As I cross to take center stage I feel my heart race. I look to my right and see my friends watching, there to support me. The curtain opens and the spot lights up on me. I look straight ahead and nod to let the sound manager know I am ready. My music starts; I open my eyes and see the wonderful crowd of guests here to see the show. For anyone who knows me well it is not a secret that the stage is where I find my center. More to the point, the stage is my home.
Ever since I was a young girl, my parents always told me to persevere and overcome any challenges given to me. When I was in my middle school, I played the violin in my school’s orchestra. I was not very skilled at playing the violin, but I was determined to be in one of the leading positions. I was in the back of the second string violinists for over half of the school year. I practiced two hours everyday to become better at playing the instrument. Eventually my efforts paid off, my teacher transitioned me to lead the second string violinists. This position is important because I am the one who have to lead the violinist in the back.
“Let’s go ride our bikes!” proposes my dad, and my eyes light up with eager excitement. I stumble down the stairs and skip out to the garage. Instinctively I walk over to my glossy pink bike, standing in the corner, presiding over all the other inferior toys. No sooner have I done this than my dad lifts it out from under my nose and begins to strap the helpless hostage to the back of the car. “What are you doing?” I chirp with a quizzical expression on my face. “We’re going to ride somewhere else for a change.” Explains my dad. Puzzled and curious, but undaunted I shrug my shoulders and climb up into the vehicle.
The tears hit my face like a midday Georgia thunderstorm–little sprinkles, then, BAM! The floodgates of heaven opened. I’d made up my mind. I was fed up with the bullies, my eating disorder, living, breathing, being. I was going to take my life that night.
When I was younger I was not so smart and would do questionable stuff all the time. I would jump from boulders to other boulders, climb on top of chairs, and even try killing snakes I would find in our yard. One day I learned a lesson from going on one of my self proclaimed adventures with a good friend.
We finish what we start. This was the motto that kept me going during the strenuous training period for a marathon. But prior to that, I must confess, I wasn’t an athlete. I was never interested in playing sports, except for recreational badminton. During gym class, I would walk three quarters of the time when it time for the dreaded mile run. I preferred staying indoors and sitting on the couch and watch movies. The first time I had heard about a marathon training program, called Dreamfar, in my school, I thought to myself, what kind of crazy person would want to run a marathon? Never did I realize, eight months later, I would be that crazy person.