Christmas is fast approaching and so are finals. To say I have put 110% into this past semester would be an understatement. In high school, I earned a 3.89 GPA having taken 5 AP courses. I received my diploma proudly sporting gold chords around my neck. One of the greatest (and hardest) realizations I have had since coming here is that every one of your shipmates was equally as successful in high school as you were. Given my calculations, mind you math is my worst subject, it appears that I will probably finishing this semester with over a full point lower GPA then I had in high school. Like I said in my last blog, this place is tough but well worth the struggles. I feel that the most important lesson I learned thus far is learning how to fail. This is one lesson that I firmly believe will make me a more successful officer someday.
As I said, the holidays are finally upon us, and the entire corps is itching at the opportunity to go home and celebrate with their families. For me, this is the first time home since June 27th. I am really looking forward to snowmobiling with my brother, decorating the tree with my family, and attending Christmas Eve Mass in uniform. I know my father will be beyond proud. My mom and I had a good laugh the other day when she asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I responded with a digital watch, new combat boots, and black socks. This time last year I was asking for a new Dooney & Bourke purse and Lucky jeans. Obviously a lot has changed since then and I wouldn’t trade this opportunity for anything.
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