Personal Narrative: Senior Lieutenant

Four or Five years ago if you were to tell me that I would be confidently applying to the University of Miami I would have laughed. Through high school I did not give much effort and like most of my peers, thought that furthering my education was my only option. Nearing the end of my senior year I started realizing that no noteworthy university would even consider accepting someone like me. As the days ticked away, I applied to a nearby college with an incredibly high acceptance rate and found myself opening an acceptance letter a few weeks later.

I was in the Marine Corps serving under Third battalion Eleventh marines Mike Battery in Twenty-Nine Palms California from 2009-2013. What our unit did was put rounds down range, oorah. We were an artillery battery, think modern day cannons. As far as twenty-nine palms all you have to imagine is sand in a five hundred square foot mile area. My job as Ammo chief was to insure the safe handling and transportation of hundred pound high explosive bombs. On one partially long training exercise I was instructed to take my marines and four ‘7-ton’ trucks and go to the rear to load up with more ammo. No problem, I’ve done this before but on this occasion when I was going to return the battery would have moved positions. So they gave me the grid number

In five years I see myself as either a Sargent or Corporal in the United States Marine Corps. Being 22 years old I will be in the first year of my second enlistment providing that I do not get NJP’d (non-judicial punishment) or something else dumb that I might get myself into. I look forward to joining the Marine Corps because of my long family military history and my extent of being a child of a military father. I plan on either being in the MOS (military occupational service) 1142 or 1345. I see myself having a degree by the end of those five years from online schooling while overseas on deployment or at my current duty station. Providing that I am a Sargent I will send in a request form in to become a DI (drill instructor) and then hopefully

There were many valuable topics covered during my time at the Chief Petty Officer Academy (CPOA), however three of them have and will continue to help shape me as a leader and be useful to assist those I work with at my upcoming duty assignment. There were many take-backs from my five weeks at CPOA; however the three I found the most valuable are wellness/fitness, facilitating meetings, and team building. These three very simple techniques can be quiet challenging for some and do create greater challenges if not used at all.

It's time to go to work. Well, we already have. Tomorrow starts the first day of staff professional development and the first day that we meet the new crop of staff for the 15-16 School-Year. Please make sure you build in time to arrive early. The day begins at 7:45AM for Operations. However, get in earlier. Try to target 7:30AM.

The Junior Cadet Corps is a middle school organization founded on integrity, leadership, and respect. The junior cadet corps, unlike JROTC in high school, did not garner the highest respect from peers at my middle school. JCC was often viewed as an escape for students from the physical demand of athletics. Unfortunately, many of the students within the class were students who were at high risk of gang exposure and suffered from low income status. Very few took the class with the mentality of being challenged. I was thirteen when I joined the class and I immediately wanted to leave; I was a shy girl with no voice being yelled at and told to do push ups. However, I chose to remain in the class.

No favorites, they all belong to me! Looking down in the small toy box located right next to him, James stared at his six stormtroopers thinking just how perfect they are. He never gets tired of staring at their impressive white armor and admiring how ready they always are for any situation. James loved them all the same even though they had different personalities. He could never imagine his life without them. His troopers were the only thing that he could count on. They were his best friends.

What my husband's advancement to Chief Petty Officer means to me? The answer of that question could be 10 pages long or I could just resume what I feel in one word, "extremely proud", well I guess two words. I meet Christian 16 years ago, he was full of energy, funny, he had the ability to turn any sad or bad situation in a joke making everybody laugh, and that make me fell in love with him. However, he was a little immature, unfocused when it comes to work and nothing seemed to fulfill his expectations. I always knew that his passion was a career in the military, but that was out of question in my book! However, the life had other plans for us and with only 21 years we received our first child, Christian Junior. Our lives changed suddenly

Hi, my name is Hannah Lancaster and I am a freshman at the Career and Technical High School and prior to going to the Career and Technical High School I had listed ROTC as one of my electives I would like to join but sadly it never made it onto my schedule. I was wondering if I could start out going to ROTC sophomore of my High School career and if so if I have to take any extra courses for missing my MS1

When I started in FFA a chapter officer convinced me, that I would be good at public speaking, I immediately started preparing for it, because they believed in me. I won that public speaking contest and every year since I have helped coach the freshman speakers, and have made them believe in themselves.

The war grounds are so treacherous, dead bodies are everywhere. We are still one of the three Central Powers. We’ve shot down many trade ships and submarines. Our new technology is very innovative. The poison gas is great but backfires when there are winds bringing back the gases to our trenches. These are extremely deadly and kills almost anyone instantaneously. It burns the respiratory systems of soldiers that don’t wear gas masks, which is a very common circumstance.

It was an opportunity I could not pass up. The words over the intercom for the availability was a job that I planned to pursue. As I stepped into the activities office, I see flyers on the boards, people huddled around the desk. It was an awkward feeling for me, something that I never planned to do as a freshman in high school. I stepped up to the desk, somehow bringing up the courage to ask about the requirements for the position. I was handed a packet that consisted of three papers; the first page was the requirements, the second being the job positions, and the third being the recommendations. Reading all the requirements, I turned the page back to the second. I then circled the the option of “Freshman Secretary”.

On our twenty-four hours off, a critical mission came down from the command tent. The platoon received commands to escort rudiments from the Brigade engineering attachment into Charkh, bazaar to acquire grid coordinates for solar powered illumination polls, in order to provide better living conditions for the locals. Accompanying my squad for the perambulation today consisted of, the PSG*, 1SG, an interpreter along with three personnel from the engineering element. Egression from the COP elements of the patrol made a “V” line for the orchards, which present cover for our advancement. Route New York, the road that runs just to the front of our COP is notorious for attack during the daytime. Breaking brush and jumping walls along the way of our

I recently completed the Senior Experience for English 4 at Lexington High School, and I learned so much throughout it. I encountered a few difficulties throughout the experience. Choosing my topic was a bit of a struggle, but I eventually decided to go with a topic relating to physical activity. Another obstacle I encountered was working with my advisor. My advisor for the Senior Experience was Mrs. Neeley, an English teacher at Lexington High School. My advisor and I had a few issues with meeting. Mrs. Neeley had problems with her back during the semester and missed a lot of school, so I was unable to meet with her during those times. We got around this by communicating through e-mail. When I was able to meet with her, we worked together well. She liked my topic and the job shadowing I did with it. On the day of my exhibition, I practiced presenting in front of her, and she thought I did very well.

One look at me and most people think, "Oh great, it's the toxic person who hates everyone". However, I can assure you, I've changed. I've played on this server for countless days, rotating between every single server. I mainly played the creative server, which was by far my favorite. When I first joined the server, I personally disliked the staff team. Not the people, but the times. There weren't many Australian staff members; so, when it was around midday for Australia, there would be no staff on. This left creative (where I spent most of my time) and other servers full of toxic players, using profane language left and right. When the applications finally came across, I applied almost instantaneously. I knew I would