Color Story

The bright blue dress that resembled the dress of Cinderella made her feel like her own kind of princess. She had looked forward to this day for so long. It was her senior prom and her one year anniversary with her boyfriend. She was going to Prom with the perfect date and in the perfect dress. The nerves took over and she could barely breathe in the corset tied dress as she opened the door for him. His dark brown eyes met her as she opened the door and he gasped at the sight of his princess. Even after 12 months of being together the butterflies danced in his stomach as he entered the house. Her parents welcomed in and began the picture taking process. After a few minutes of snapping pictures he excused himself and rushed out to his car and returned with the beautiful bouquet of pink roses and a small jewelry box that he had accidently abandoned. They were her favorite flowers. He handed the items to her and told her happy anniversary and that he loved her with all of his heart. She opened the little box and found the beautiful silver bracelet that she had wanted for so long. It matched her collection perfectly. She then gave him his anniversary present which was also a silver bracelet that she had engraved with their names and the date. After the exchange it was time to leave for dinner. He escorted her outside to the black Mercedes and opened the door for her, being extremely careful not to shut the Cinderella dress in the car door. She had no idea where they were going for dinner because he wanted to keep it a surprise. They rode in the car for some time and soon arrived at their destination. To her surprise they were at Touch. This was where they had their first date exactly one year ago. The perfect date, the perfect guy, the perfect dress, for the perfect dance.

My Future

During the Art Institute presentation there were various interesting topics discussed. My personal favorites were the commercial photography which is photographs used advertisements and when we viewed the different video games that were made from the Art Institute's students. I would like to know more about how the video games are made because it seems nearly impossible that a person was able to make them so my question is, how is that possible? In one year I would like to be a pleeb at the United State Naval Academy. In five years I would like to begin serving as a Marine Core Officer, fighting for my Country's freedom. In ten years I would like to be working within the political field, possibly at the pentagon or other governmental building. I would possibly like to run for a political office and have a family. In fifty years I would like to be living a happy life with no regrets and a loving family. Probably still working in the political field and marking off items from my bucket list.

Seafoam Color Inspiration

Summer nights and Early summer mornings Are the best time to take long walks with Friends On the beach And Make memories that you will never forget

Color Swatch Inspiration

watch the Transforming Lights in the summer sky and smell the sent of Zesty Lemon Peels after making sour lemonade. watch as the Summer Sundrop comes and drink Fresh Lemonade while while watching the Sparkling Yellow Shimmer of the sunset and listen to the birds singing on Early Spring Mornings and admire the beautiful White Orchids in the sun.

Pink Flamingo and Cotton Candy Pink Color Inspiration

Standing on one leg Hanging out in the water Bright pink in color.... Pink Cotton Candy Eaten with sticky fingers Loved by everyone

Objective Writing

My physical training uniform from the United States Naval Academy Summer Seminar reminds me of the best experience that I have had so far. When I see my uniform it brings back so many memories, especially from my first two days at the Academy. When I arrived on the first day of the seminar all of the candidates (I do not remember how many of us there were, but there were a lot of us) were immediately ordered to say goodbye to our parents, grab our luggage, and report to Bancroft Hall. I did as I was told and as soon as I entered the building, the yelling began and it did not stop until the very last day of the seminar. The midshipmen (a.k.a the upper class men at the Academy) ordered us to line up and to shut up. We were then herded through the line like cattle as the midshipmen tossed our uniforms, water bottles, and bags at us. After we received all of our supplies for the summer, we were told to write our names on everything and put it all in our bags. Once we were finished with this task, all of the midshipmen (150 of them to be exact) picked up our draw string bags and dumped everything out and mixed it all together; our next task was to find all of our own items and put them back into our bags for the second time. Needless to say, I was very confused and frustrated by the fact that we had to put everything into our bags and then had to do it a second time for no reason; I soon realized that having to do things over and over for no apparent reason was a common occurrence. We were then informed about when, where, and how we were able to walk down the hallways (yes, there is a certain way to walk down the hall). Next, we were told about the five basic responses, which is all we were allowed to say when responding to a midshipman, they are as follows: "Sir yes sir! Sir no sir! Sir no excuse sir! Sir I will find out sir! Sir aye sir!" Obviously, conversations with midshipmen were not allowed. The next task was finding our rooms and preparing for the next day. Sleep was hard to come by at the Academy because it was required for our doors to be open at a 90 degree angle all night. The lights were also always on in the hallways while the midshipmen continually waked through the halls, monitoring all of the candidates. A typical day for us started with yelling at 5am, literally the midshipmen would yell at us in order to wake us all up. We were given 60 seconds to get out of bed, make our beds, and get ready for the day and report for morning the workout; believe me, you did not want to be a second late. Once the workout was complete, which was led by a Marine Officer, everyone was given five minutes to shower (five minutes for you and your roommate to shower, which actually means about two minutes per person). Next came breakfast, and then we were off to our classes. After school was over it was time for afternoon workouts, next was dinner, then we had drill practice, and we finished up with study hall. All of these memories come flooding back to me every time I see my uniform. Although being at the Academy was challenging, I discovered so much about myself while I was there. I learned what it was like to actually push myself to my limits, (I was able to hold a plank for nine minutes straight; I had no idea I could do that), how much our military does for us, how lucky we are as a nation, and what I want to do with my life which is become a Marine Officer.

I am...

I am…

Hard work and dedication.

Exhaustion and frustration.

Success and disappointment, smiles and tears.

Early mornings and late nights, even on weekends.

Loud alarms and cold water practices before everyone else is awake, including the sun.

The adrenaline rush after diving into the pool at the start of the 500 freestyle.

Tight swim suits, goggle lines, dry skin, and wet hair.

The result of countless hours and miles spent training.

Push-ups, pull-ups, squats, sit-ups and laps after laps in the pool.

A swimmer.

I am…

A daughter, the youngest of two, raised in a loving home where family comes first and ourselves       come last, always told to do your best and never give up, taught to set high goals and believe in ourselves.

A sister, the youngest of two, lovingly teased through childhood and supported into adulthood.

A friend, busy and distant but always supportive, loving and caring but brutally honest.

An employee, faced the challenge of working with the elderly, taking orders and cleaning up, being patient when the residents cannot hear and when they forget things, getting to know someone like your own grandparent and having to say goodbye because their time has come to leave this world.

A candidate, nervously waiting every day for the letter in the mail, eager to know what the future holds, determined and hopeful to go to Annapolis, willing to fight for our country’s freedom.

Me, dedicated and determined, hardheaded and short tempered, stubborn and independent, but loving and caring, with the ability to put others first.