Everyone was in their white Polo's and khaki pants. We were just separated into platoons and everyone was nervously looking around and wondering, trying to guess what was going to happen next. Then without warning a tornadoe was released in the building and all hell broke loose. Marines that look like they could crush a baseball in their bare hands came swooping down on the other freshmen and I. Panic broke loose, everyone was screaming to get outside and get in formation. After the sheep had been rounded up, the instructors called role. We were then marched over to the drill deck and were handed canteens. For two hours straight we were taught to march, everyone was terrible. The yelling did not let up for one second until it was time to break for lunch. After lunch we had to take tests on knowledge packets that we had been studying any free second we had. After drilling another two hours we had a meeting and found out that for the rest of the week we would be PTing at 5:30 in the morning. Finally the day was over. We only had a week more of this to get through then we would be Midshipmen and part of the Auburn ROTC program. After a day of drilling and PTing was over, we could all go home. Charlie platoon however, was not finished. Every night we would get together and discuss the events of the day. We would laugh and joke about the funny things that happened to us through out the day. We would also help each other with our uniforms and practice drilling. In the long run this was a big help. Not only did we form a strong bond with each other we also were helping each other out. At the end of the week we were all in our uniforms lined up for inspection. While standing there in line, I realized I had changed as a person. I now had more discipline. This made me feel like joining ROTC was the right thing for me. The major point during the week that I felt I had changed the most is when one night during the week, some of my fellow Charlie...
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