I swear, I am going to reblog this the entire time I see it.
4 million and counting
This should get to 10 million, come on people.
Always reblog when it comes up on my dash.
12 million! Disney can’t say no!
DISNEY DO IT!
After a fun night at the local watering hole, this is a fun activity to do around dudes waiting in line to get into the coolest snappy night clubs
At 18 this isn’t something that I would have thought that I’d have to think about. Seven and a half years ago at least, I started down this path that would take me to bigger and greater things.
Drill is this path that I have taken. I was gifted with this lifestyle through my mother’s work friend, and I have been greatful to her ever since. Since around 6th grade I have grown not only in body and mind but in my attitude and outlook on life. I will never find all the words to describe my joys and sorrows, but what words I can find, I will use now.
“Achievement seems to be connected with action. Successful men and women keep moving. They make mistakes, but they don’t quit.”
To me this quote perfectly embodies the mentality it takes an individual on drill to have, no matter what team you’re on, no matter what happens outside of drill. I also think that this quote sums up the journey I have taken while on drill. In Septemer of 2009, I went to Edmonds Elementary with my ex-bf’s best friend to learn how to skateboard…if I had known that I would be screwed with 6 screws two years later, I would’ve just sat on the sidelines. However, that isn’t the case, I broke and dislocated my ankle that day and I honestly only had one thought in my mind…I had broken my ankle three weeks before try-outs for officer, which meant my chance of becoming captain were slowly going down the drain. Longer story cut short I tried out with my cast, without marching and wasn’t gifted with any officer position, I was the alternate.
That hurt worse that breaking my ankle..
Now as I sit here thinking of that day, and that banquet, I think to how painful it was and how I never want to go through that again. That’s when my mind brings back the fact that I have to go to college…which means that my drill career is over. I don’t feel as if I’ve had enough time, or if I’ll ever have enough time. It scares me that I may never be able to come back.
“They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.”
However hard this is going to be, I know it is just something that has to be done. I’ll get through this, with tissue boxes and friends, and to quote one of my teammates: “Drill is forever (:”