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My Training At High School Essay

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In 1999, I was a menace to society who never even stared my senior year of high school. I was a high school dropout, married, and had a baby boy named Christopher James. That year, I paid a visit to the local military recruiter’s office to ask some questions about how I could be a better provider for my family. I ended up talking to an Army recruiter outside a strip mall, and he told me the benefits of going into the Army over the Navy. I knew it would not be an easy departure, but I needed to find a means to provide for my family. For my MOS, I wanted to learn a valuable skill and that was carpentry and masonry. I even found myself having to retake the Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery (ASVAB) test twice just to raise my score high enough to be a carpentry and masonry specialist. In fact, the morning I left Military Entrance Processing Station (MEPS) my body weight was at the very minimum amount required to start boot camp. My recruiter ordered me to eat a large breakfast that morning and not to use the restroom until after I weighed in. After, I passed the minimum weight standard, I was on my way to boot camp. It was a very long and cold bus ride from the St. Louis International Airport to Fort Leonard Wood. As I sat in the back of the bus looking out the windows at the snow, thoughts entered my head that I made a major mistake. Then, I yelled to the bus driver that I was desperate to smoke. The driver hesitantly said “okay,” but told me not to leave

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