
When I was in eighth grade, I was scouting out high schools in Houston, Texas. There were private schools that I was assumed to fall into because of my life-long attendance at a private school. However, I was intrigued by the idea of being in ROTC. On my tour of Lamar High School, the public high school I was zoned to, I was with others "like myself" (meaning still wearing our uniforms from our respective middle schools). On the tour, the woman guiding us rushed us passed the ROTC department, simply saying, "This is where they put the kids who aren't going to graduate and are joining the military."
I was livid and so was my mother. Thankfully, my mother spoke up saying, "Actually, we would like to hear a little more about the program." This caused the woman to turn beet red as well as cause everyone to stare at me in my khaki, pleated skirt and my starched, white oxford button-down.
Looking back on those four years, ROTC was the best decision of my life. I joined, rose through the ranks, and never looked back. I was never pressured to join the military and never heard any of my instructors say to anyone, "well your grades aren't that great, why don't you look into the military instead of pushing yourself towards college." College was always a priority. Most importantly, was a sense of family you really got from being in the program. Whether stressing over a competition, or simply having a bad day, the ROTC community was there.