My First Step Into The Right Direction
With every pulse of my heart, needle like shards of anxiety agitated my nerves and circulated through every molecule in my body. Walking through the front doors of Massanutten Military Academy was a compilation of the most difficult and most benficial decision of my life, so far. Every day in military school I was forced to deal with difficult people, such as those who had achieved higher ranking than myself, giving the majority of them some kind of superiority complex that I found myself obigated to mold to. Through the days that I spent in military school, I progressively became more and more adaptable. Having authority figures shrieking unitelligeable orders with hot angry breath coming from their spit inflicting mouths, brought on initial feelings of confusion, unrest and displacement. Military school obligated me to refine the way I mentally and emotionally deal with difficult situations. It helped me in making the realization that negative feelings and thoughts are counter-productive to effective decision making in everyday life.
"Parker! Rise and shine maggot!" barked my staff sergeant, Stephen Cragg, accompanied by a powerful stream of lung-constricting cold water from his massive, possibly military issue, super soaker.
"It's four in the morning sergeant" I groaned, immediately realizing that my complaining was not a good idea. I hopped to my feet, already dressed in my class B uniform and ready for the day. Sergeant Cragg was trying to affirm his position as the alpha male, by inspecting me with such intensity that I immediately made the direct connection between the inspection and a lion, picking every minute spec of meat from the bone of a fresh kill.
Sergeant Cragg screeched, "Do you realize that you are missing a button from your class B's NAP?" Nap is Newly Authorized Personell, in military lingo.
"Yes, Sergeant." I realized that if no was my answer, then push ups were...
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