Personal Narrative: Drilling

Have you ever had a sick feeling in your stomach? Ever been so nervous that you almost want to throw up? Soon, the drill team was headed to Florida for Drill Nationals. We were all terrified of the fact we had finally reached to this point of such a big and meaningful competition. I never thought that it was all going to happen so fast. All of those after school practices took an eternity, but all it seemed like it ended in a split second. I couldn’t believe it. It felt like I was there physically, but mentally I was in another place. Almost as if I was in another dimension. It was all just really overwhelming, as I thought about our JROTC competing against all of those different branches of the military. It was just way too much to even
think about. All the way down to Florida I was just wishing I could, be in my room watching a random movie just relaxing with nothing on my mind to worry about. As hard as I tried, the thought had already taken over the whole hundred percent of my brain. Or at least what was left of it. There were so many things going through my head all at once. I felt as if I was stuck in a big tsunami, as I failed to escape the big humongous waves as they hit. The trip was so long I could literally grow old and rot. I was surprised my head hadn’t exploded by then. The trip there was very arid. I was trying my best to be the most amicable person I could possibly be, but I knew that this wasn’t going to last for very long. On the other side of all of that jazz, we all know that we homosapiens are in love with
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the idea of scrumptious food.
The best part of the day had arrived, dinner. We had a reservation at the pier in which we were going to eat dinner. We looked like a whole bunch of bees ready to attack. The food was there. Right in front of our noses. We could feel the presence of the warmth coming from the food. The smell was just making our mouths water and our tummies rumble. We looked at each other with such eagerness to have some of those explicit desserts in our mouths. There we were, with our food served and ready to attack. I knew that when I was done with this food there was no longer going to be any space for the dessert. Overall the food was amazing and the experience as well.
By now it was the third day at our trip to Drill Nationals in Florida. We were on a roll. We were hitting the practices with more intensity than ever before. We were all collaborating with each other and helping with whatever it was that we could help with. We spent that whole day practicing our routine over and over again. By the end of the day we were really exhausted and ready to head down to our hotel rooms to take a nice cool shower and just relax. As soon as we got there that was exactly what we did. By the time I noticed, I was already knocked
out.
It was the fourth day and I was just excited.
I was actually excited that the following day was going to be competition day. We practically spent all day swimming and just having a wonderful time down at the ocean. We all knew that we had to get the best out of this day because there was not going to be another day like this to enjoy. There we were around eight at night at a bonfire next to the ocean. Later we found ourselves in bed ready to get some good sleep for the upcoming day which was competition day.
There it was, competition day. We are downstairs in the lobby area eating some cereal and some waffles with some warm coffee to brighten and wake up our sleepy selves. All we needed was our pep talk and we sure got it. There were our instructors giving us motivation
so
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we could do our best. We had arrived at our competition destination, the famous Ocean Center. We were finally there and we just couldn’t believe it. We put on our shoes and headed to practice before the actual competition and all I could say is that we totally sucked! We were so upset and by that point we really doubted ourselves. We couldn’t do anything but do our very best and get our mind in the game. We had to get on our A game faster than what fast is. We were here and there was no failing to do. We had a goal and we weren’t leaving until that goal was accomplished.
It was the big moment,we had the spotlight on us and we had to show everyone that we had this trophy in our hands. Then there was that first stomp. It was the first stomp to victory. We were louder and tougher than ever! Our feet ached but we had a mission to accomplish and a trophy to take home, and that was all that was in our heads at that moment. The routine was over and we were worn out. We could tell in the way our body language and face expressions spoke.
Sooner than we had realized that trophy was in our hands and we had finally accomplished that goal we had. Now I am proud to say that I took that doubt I had and hid it for at least those minutes of the competition. I learned to have a little more fate in myself and to not doubt as much. Do you think that maybe you could try doing the same?