My Family And Friends example essay topic

Quite the Challenge It was a year ago when I left to Marine Corps boot camp. My life was so different last year. Everything I did with my life had no real point, and my attitude really reflected that. It was turning into a real boring routine of going to school, going home, going to work and then going to sleep only to start the same process again the next day. I knew I was not going to be attending school, and that made me happy, I was so burned out.

I was so excited to be doing something complete-ly different. At the same time I wanted to hang out with my friends as much as possible because I knew I was not going to see them for over three months. That was a little depressing in itself, but at least I knew I wasn't going to be throwing the year away and doing nothing. When the time came for me to leave I was very unprepared, I was ready physically but emotionally I was not. I had never been apart from my family for a long period of time, especially without any contact. It was something I had to deal with so I said my goodbyes to my family and friends and left to boot camp.

I had such a long journey ahead of me. I really did not know what I had got myself into. I made the decision blindly. I had rushed into doing this, without talking to people, researching, or just weighing out my options. Not once did I ask myself if this really was for me. Later on, I was angry at myself for neglecting to ask that simple question.

By then there was no turning back. The whole next day as we prepared to drive down to San Diego, I thought of possibilities, such as coming home a failure and how everyone would look at me then. I knew there that was not going to be an option. That Monday night was probably the scariest time of my life. There were bad omens everywhere, the bus went from being a bus full of excitement to everyone keeping to themselves, even the weather shifted from a positive, upbeat sunny day to a depressing, dark raining one. Thinking back on it now, it really seems like the longest trip I've ever been on.

When we finally got to MCR D, I was really starting to second-guess myself. Then we saw the Drill Instructors with their big grins. Like a lion stalking their intimidated prey. Before I realized a couple of D.I.'s got on the bus and starting yelling at us to get off. I managed to run by them unnoticed. As I got off the bus I remembered what my Recruiter had said, "just get in front of line and the D.I.'s go right by you".

I took his advice, and sure enough they passed me by... It really felt like I had just stepped into a war zone. The rest of the night flew by. And it seemed like the perfect introduction to thirteen weeks of hell. It turned out to be a great experience overall, one that I would never want to do again; but at the same time one that I would never take back. When I saw my family and friends again and the look on their faces, it made everything worthwhile..