On May 7th, 2015, the stadium went ballistic. People in the stands were on their feet, yelling and stomping as the night continued on. The cold night air did not suppress their screeches and cries for the players who were rounding the bases. Except, these minor league baseball fans weren’t exactly cheering for their team. In fact, the Trenton Thunder baseball team had been on a severe losing streak, only giving the fans another reason to be angry while waiting on their hot dog order. Yes, the fans’ were not making cheers of exclamation for their favorite hometown team, but rather yelling incoherently at the redheaded girl behind the food stand who keeps messing up their nacho order. My name is Kiera Harrison and I have no idea how I made it this far.
This night started off as usual for your favorite hot dog girl. I took order after order and spilled soda after soda until the register was full but somehow my tip jar was somehow emptier than when I clocked in. As the fireworks went off to signify the end of another tragic Trenton Thunder loss, I took off to my car with a leftover stale pretzel in hand for dinner. I unlocked my car and stared out at Highway 9, thinking that New Jersey wasn’t going to be my home for much longer. I was on my way to becoming a Pittsburgh Panther and leaving in only a few short months. I pulled out my phone to let my mom know I was on my way home and I noticed I had a bunch of new unread emails. Thinking I missed an assignment in physics, I quickly checked through. The first email read “Save at Petco!” and I was wondering how they got my address. Highly anti-climactic. The next email, however, said I had gotten off the waitlist and had officially gotten an appointment to the United States Coast Guard Academy. There I was, a small redheaded girl covered in nacho cheese who was now the future of our country’s military. It could only go up from there.
The next month and half was a blur. A weird combination of graduation parties, paperwork, high school “lasts,” pitiful attempts to get in better shape, and goodbyes to good friends. Needless to say, when R-Day rolled around, I was very unprepared. I knew an appointment to a military academy was a once in a lifetime opportunity, but I had no idea what to expect. I went in completely blind, but it ended up working out for me. I know this is the case for many students who have no connections to the military. I want to be a blogger so these people can relate to someone who was in their shoes not long ago. My goal is to deliver relatable posts that will help prospective cadets get a glimpse into Academy life while having a few laughs along the way.
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