Hello, it’s me. I’ve been wondering….. oh wait.
Hi guys! It’s been a while. I finally decided to crawl out of the depths of despair and not blogging to update you on how I’ve been for the past 4(ish) months.
Also, enjoy my title pun and the otter slide to the left. I totally borrowed that picture from Google, but hey.
The last time I published a post was April 10th. I’ve written a few drafts since then, but I haven’t finished those. Or had the heart to publish them. Maybe one day.
So where the h*ck have I been since April?! Well….
- I finished off my Freshman year of college with a cumulative GPA of 3.888
- I went to the Netherlands and visited my family (and that lovely bun, George)
- I had the time of my life as Cadet Deputy Commander for Operations at the 2018 Ohio Wing Encampment in June
- I celebrated my one year anniversary with the guy of my dreams
- I attended Region Cadet Leadership School in Michigan. That was pretty cool. I got the Leadership Award.
- I finally promoted in Civil Air Patrol (I’m still a C/Major, I got Achievement 16. But I finished PT and my essay for the Eaker award!)
- I went to Warped Tour
- I saw Hamilton in Cleveland
- I have lost 10 pounds (and kept the weight off) since March
- I sure as h*ck haven’t been keeping up on my writing prompts, lol
- A fellow FIRST Robotics mentor and I are starting a team in our area of Ohio
- My next CAP event is a familiar one… I’ll be taking my second shot at Cadet Commander of D-Day Ohio in August!
- I’ve almost finished watching every season of Hawaii Five-0
So yeah. Life has been keeping me on my toes lately.
I’ve also done an incredibly terrible job on those monthly writing prompts I “promised” I’d do. I guess I’ll toss July’s in with this blog post…
What makes you proud to be an American?
I have been attending school in the United States of America since second grade. For 11 years, all of my classrooms proudly displayed the American flag. For 11 years, the first thing out of my mouth in the morning was the Pledge of Allegiance.
In Middle School choir, I had multiple opportunities to sing in front of service men and women- both somber and happy songs- to thank them for their selfless service to the United States of America.
In High School, I played Taps on my trumpet on multiple occasions, the most notable being the open air Memorial Day ceremonies. I stood in front of a large crowd in my small town, I stood in front of service men and women. I stood in front of a memorial with hundreds of names. I stood in a cemetery with hundreds of flags.
In college, there is no more Pledge of Allegiance. There are no more flags in every classroom. But on my wall, hanging proudly is the American flag.
All throughout my life in the United States of America, I have visited multiple churches. I have celebrated various holidays: I did an Easter Egg Hunt on Russian-Orthodox Easter once!
I can go to the store in the United States of America and choose if I want to go to Walmart or Kroger or Aldi or Meijer or the sketchy gas station on the corner.
In 2005, I became a citizen of the United States of America. A few years later I was there for my mom when she got her citizenship. There were interviews. There was the fun citizenship test (they really should just take the AP US History test and throw it out and use the citizenship test, let’s be real here). There was lots and lots of paperwork.
But after all those fun hoops to jump through, there was lots of crying. Happy crying. Happy crying because we were now citizens of the greatest country in the world.
No, I’m not saying that America has everything figured out, and no, I am not getting political. However, I am free.
I can proudly display the American flag on my wall. I can safely walk past the flag in the morning on my way to class. I can get an education. I can go to the church I want to. I can blog and write and speak freely. I am allowed to drive. I am allowed to carry a gun. I am allowed to petition for things I believe in. I have the right to vote.
I may be free, but none of this is free. I have all those rights, and so many more, because a lot of incredible men and women fought, are fighting, and will fight for this country. Some gave the ultimate sacrifice. Others return safely.
We should never forget any of them, as they are the reason we wake up safely in our beds each morning. They are the reason we can walk past the flag every day.
I am proud to be an American because of all the brave men and women who have fought for this country, and fought for the rights of people they don’t even know- of people that may not even be born yet.
I am proud to be an American because of the members of the Armed Forces that stand up and fight for our country’s morals and beliefs.
I am proud to be an American.
P.S. Happy Belated Birthday, America!