“Aton-hut!” » shouted the major as he left the office. I was then calmly seated, without warning everyone stood up in unison in about a split second. Trying not to attract attention, I stood up, not realizing that I wasn't far enough from the desk. It made a huge rattle and endless echo that haunted me throughout the class. All eyes were on me; How embarrassing! The Major was coming out of his office, he was located at the back of the classroom, his voice was deep, at least when he called out a command. I focused on his footsteps, as if I were listening to a conversation between two girls chatting. My eyes were glued to the board as he approached the front of the class. I read the date November 18, 2006 several times to try to keep the terror from building up. Each appeared to be robots, their chests barely moving and their eyes dry from lack of breath and unblinking. In my head a horror theme song was playing, the one that would play in a movie when you anticipate an intense moment; danuum, danuum, danum danum. Time seemed to stand still as it was an eternal wait for him to finally arrive at the front, I felt a sigh of relief; he seemed like an honest man. “Hey man, how are you today?” As he scanned all the faces, mine seemed to have caught his eye. “Who are you?” » Her hairline almost met her eyebrows with mountains of wrinkles in between. It must have been his curious face. "I...my name is Kathy Baez, I'm a new student." I tried to swallow the saliva building up in my mouth before drowning in the fog of my stutter. " Where are you from ? Michael Krop, they had Navy JROTC, sir. ""Everyone meet our new cadet. Their uniforms were not very distinct from ours, they had a black and white cord on the right shoulder and a badge on their flying cap; when we saw an officer approaching, we had to salute him. Knowing that I had the opportunity to join such a recognized group, I took it without hesitation. From that moment on, I was unstoppable. The following year, I became a squadron commander and vice president of Kitty Hawk, a JROTC honor society. I was a leader, I had accomplished my goal, but not only did I want to be a leader, but I wanted to involve my cadets and help them like Wendy did with me. When my squadron succeeded and impressed the major, a sudden feeling of happiness and success came over me like an icy chill with goosebumps from my toes to the ends of my blond hair. I saw them become mature cadets; I was honored to be a part of their improvement, our success!