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A Cadet’s Conniption

(Overcoming Challenges, The Cadet Experience, Class of 2015) Permanent link   All Posts
Chavarria-Aguilar Photo Looking back now, I remember my last few days at the Academy being nothing less than extremely hectic. It was one of those transition periods that just make you want to pull your hair out. After returning from our last regatta, exhausted and borderline grumpy, all I wanted to do was crawl into my rack and sleep the next day away. I had it all planned out, to take full advantage of the weekend before my departure to Florida; I, for one, was in no rush.


However, much to my dismay, I was not greeted by my clean and cozy abode, but rather an unsurpassable mountain of junk - junk that did not belong to me. Now, I have thrown many fits in my lifetime, but I cannot remember a conniption that compares to the one that I pitched that night. Apparently, two upper-class cadets (whose names I have chosen to omit for their own safety) failed to realize that someone was still living in that room before they decided to move in, if moving in is what you want to call it. Unfortunately, my roommate had already left for her summer assignment and could not share my exasperation. I will not burden you with the details of my rage, but I finally managed to calm down enough to take action. You’ve seen the Hulk, right? Yeah, anyhow, gathering what was left of my things was no easy feat. I had to come up for air on multiple occasions before I could dive back into the abysmal clutter that had engulfed my beloved room. The following morning I managed to get the rest of my things down the hall, into my friend’s room, moved in a bit, and then packed out from there. Silly, I know.


However, I’d like to say that my experience, as infuriating as it was, taught me a good lesson. My friends and I now laugh at how foolish I had acted that night, and I am partially willing to admit that I might have, maybe… definitely overreacted. With this in mind, I try to remind myself to demonstrate a little patience and tolerance in similar antagonizing situations.


That night also reminded me how close my shipmates and I have become in the mere 12 months we’ve spent together. Everyone needs to let off a little steam now and then. Usually, at least for me, such pressure releases are not a pretty sight. However, I can always rely on my dear classmates to be there for me (cough-cough, 4/c Stoddard, cough, 4/c Dana, 4/c Simon). Despite the short amount of time I have know these gals for, I regard them to be three of the best friends I’ve ever had. You don’t get that kind of bond at regular college.


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