Personal Narrative: A Career In The Army
Never thought I would go through bootcamp, I’m not even going to enlist in the military. Well here I am. Packing my sea bag a week before and anxiously waiting for the day to head down to Camp Pendleton in San Diego over winter break. I joined this organization just a few months back over the summer when my friend recommended me. An organization unknown to me, it was something new, something I have never experienced. Everything was modeled under regulation of the US Navy and even their uniform! Just a few patches to discern between us. I later found out it was the only band of its kind in the nation, I thought to myself, wow. What have I gotten into, does that mean I have to be amazing in my instrument? The next two months was intense. Learning
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It was a cold morning. All of us lined up next to the fence checked-in, turned in our phones and got our assigned rooms. We standed next to our bunk for the next to what I believed to be forever, but it was probably just two hours. I saw my dad and cousin leave and my friend going to another floor to what I later find out to be another division. It was a weird feeling being in a mix of people around California and even outer states cadets. We were all just standing next to our bunk with butterflies in our stomach. At least I was. The day went by very slow, most likely because of being hours always without a way to contact my parent and not knowing what will happened each day.
Over the course of training, things settled down and it was pretty much a routine now. I got to really know by roommates and cadets in my division. We all helped each other out every time we had assigned tasks which I thought it was a really neat and satisfying experience as we did not know each other just few days before. Each day went by slower and slower as it reaches the end. I almost had a feeling not wanting to head back home. The sense of camaraderie had overcome me. I had that feeling I would miss the people around me and the staff cadets even though they were really harsh on us, but they help give us an experience in which I could never forget.
Coming out of the gate is the new me, the grown me, who is more independent
It was a cold morning. All of us lined up next to the fence checked-in, turned in our phones and got our assigned rooms. We standed next to our bunk for the next to what I believed to be forever, but it was probably just two hours. I saw my dad and cousin leave and my friend going to another floor to what I later find out to be another division. It was a weird feeling being in a mix of people around California and even outer states cadets. We were all just standing next to our bunk with butterflies in our stomach. At least I was. The day went by very slow, most likely because of being hours always without a way to contact my parent and not knowing what will happened each day.
Over the course of training, things settled down and it was pretty much a routine now. I got to really know by roommates and cadets in my division. We all helped each other out every time we had assigned tasks which I thought it was a really neat and satisfying experience as we did not know each other just few days before. Each day went by slower and slower as it reaches the end. I almost had a feeling not wanting to head back home. The sense of camaraderie had overcome me. I had that feeling I would miss the people around me and the staff cadets even though they were really harsh on us, but they help give us an experience in which I could never forget.
Coming out of the gate is the new me, the grown me, who is more independent