Some of us are lazy, while some of us love to work out often. We might be the serious type or we might enjoy being the class clown. Some of us might be more sensitive than others while some of us might be rough around the edges. Lovers, party animals, attention whores, drama queens, quiet types, shy types, geeks, we are all different and all of these different personalities/traits do not go away on their own. Unlike others, I had to learn the hard way. High School was so irrelevant to me. I didn’t care about anything. I was always getting into fights for no reason. mean mugging girls across the hallway and clearing a path as I walked passed them. Yeah, i was that kind of girl who females were scared of. I was more of a tomboy than a girly type. I Started doing drugs during sophomore year and thats when everything went down hill. My mother found out about my addiction and school skipping so she decided to enroll me in a private school. Everything changed except that i was still doing drugs. I got really good grades, i cared a lot about school, but yet, I was still not letting go of my drugs. I graduated one year early with outstanding grades but my mother had kicked me out of the house by this time. She said she didn’t want me there until i fix my drug problems and leave my boyfriend who i dated at that time for about 2 years. Of course i didn’t listen and so i moved in with my ex and i was working a full time and a part time job for about a year and a half. Every time I would see my mom, I could tell by her face expression that she was very disappointed and sad about my decisions. I didn’t care, i was stubborn and careless with no emotions. But one day, something awful happened and for my own personal reason i have decided to keep it to myself and not tell anyone, not even my family. I sat for a long time inside the catholic church i used to go since my 1st communion to find comfort and spiritual relief. I sat and thought and wondered, what was i thinking? what am i doing with my life? do i want to continue to disappoint my family and be a nobody? Thats when i came up with the idea of joining the military. I wanted to prove my family that i could become someone, and that i could make a difference. i decided to join the toughest and most prestigious fighting force in the United States. I wanted to become one of the few, the proud, the United States Marines. Once my mom heard the news that i was leaving to boot camp, she was happy and relieved since it was pretty much her only hope for me to change and do something with my life. The rest of my family was of course bringing me down saying i wasn't going to make it and that i was already a failure. But that was just fuel to the motivation to prove them wrong as my journey began on April 14 2006. Parris Island, South Carolina was a very dry and hot place to be in, never mind being there for the summer. Marine Corps Recruit Depot Parris Island is a United States military installation near Beaufort, South Carolina tasked with the training of new recruits. Parris Island trains all recruits, men and woman, from East of the Mississippi River. The total area of the town is about 19.6 square miles. 12.2 miles of that is land and the remaining 7.4 miles is water. Having a black flag day meant all training ceased and recruits were to drink water because the temperature outside is over 90 degrees. I can recall several instances where Drill Instructors kept pushing us to drink so much salt water, that m