I don’t want you guys to think I am a wish-washy person. I am always very confident in my decisions.
You know how originally I was interested in the Marines? I didn’t say this on the blog, but I had an appointment with a Marine Recruiter today. I did not mention it because I do not want to be discouraged… or perhaps jinx myself some how or another. My folks were already leaning me towards the Air Force, but I myself, secretly, was leaning towards the Marines.
The Marines is tough. No joke.
I find that appealing.
First of all, I did request information from the Marines and they actually personally contacted me. I liked that. I talked with a Marine over the phone and he told me I sounded like a very intelligent young woman thus I scheduled an appointment, yet I was already thinking I would just do the Air Force. Just.
I walked into the Marine’s office. I talked with the Recruiter and I just felt comfortable unlike in the Air Force’s office. He asked me questions, I did a test, and I was qualified for the Marines. The recruiter liked my attitude and the fact that I desired a challenged. He seemed impressed, so my mom claims.
I also did this little word test where I placed the qualities of Marine in order of what I thought was the most important to least. One of them that I picked was ‘self discipline/independence’ and I placed that as my second most imperative quality that I liked/wanted. Turns out, that precise quality was one that most people who become a Marine or already are one, put as their top three qualities.
I felt a sense of purpose with joining the Marines. I felt like it was not all focused on education and ‘here are your benefits for good health insurance so you can join’ type of deal. It looks beyond challenge mentally and physically. I want that so badly. I don’t even care that the basic training camp is in South Carolina. I will deal with it because I want it.
When the Recruiter asked if I wanted to be a Marine, I said yes and I wanted to cry because I knew it was true. Unlike the Air Force, I do not feel that nervous. I feel more excited than any other emotion.
I don’t want to go into too much more detail, but I am very confident in my decision.
Now on to issues that you guys will find interesting like the fact that my sense of style is improving. I say that with a grain of salt.
Me winkin’ at you sexy guys that read my amazing blog
I wore this to work and the guy that I like told me, “Are your lips always that color… or is it the shirt?”
Hmmmmm. Alright. Good thing my mom sent me to an all girl school because I don’t know how to talk to guys so I just laughed and was like, “I don’t know. Dah dah durrrrr. I bet it’s this shirt. Hur hur hahha.”
At least he didn’t say anything about my black socks showing.
I could dress worse though.
Britney Spears shoes, check out my new hamburger shoes.
I think I am going to end this post now. I have a much more serious post set up for tomorrow so keeping this one a bit lighthearted is for the best.
I’ll end on this note however:
That’s right, girlfriend. I am doing the Warrior Dash. Holla at your girl.
You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every expirience in which you stop to look fear in the face.
- Eleanor Roosevelt