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Loving Life Right Now

(Academics, The Cadet Experience, Class of 2015) Permanent link
Zwenger Photo I sit here on a Saturday afternoon after I’ve been sitting in my room pretty much all day trying to catch up on the rest I missed last week and get ahead for school work because next week is going to be a rough one. Anyway, as I sit here and reflect (as most introverts do a lot) I realize how fortunate I am to have the life that I created for myself. However, I did not do this alone. My parents were a huge part of my life, right from the beginning, obviously. They always supported me in anything I wanted to do and gave me advice along the way of what they thought would be the best choice, but in the end it was ultimately my choice and even if I didn’t do what they thought was best they were always there. It’s kind of funny because I can remember they were always there to catch me if I fell, but one day I told them just to let me fall flat on my face every once and a while, let me make the wrong decision and see what the consequences were. So just as they always had, they supported me in this. After making some decision, which I assume they knew were not the greatest, I fell, and I fell hard. I guess what I’m saying is that I’m extremely grateful to have the parents I have because they respect my wishes no matter what they are. If I have kids, and I can be half of what my parents were to me then I’d say I would be successful. I’m sure it wasn’t easy for them supporting me even when they knew it was the “wrong” decision but they did it and I am grateful because I don’t think I would have turned out as the person I am today without them.


I would assume my sister will one day, if she doesn’t already, say the same thing about our parents. Just like most siblings we fought about stupid things a lot when we were younger. We still argue about silly things, but at the end of the day I love her and I wouldn’t ask for any other sister because she’s the best one in the world. It scares me whenever I come home because she is growing up super fast. I only get to come home about three times a year and she matures more and more every time. She recently had aspirations of attending the Air Force Academy, which is a surprise but I’m proud of her for shooting high on a college just as I did. As her brother, and I like to think best friend, I am super proud of her, so I can only imagine how my parents must feel.


I can’t imagine having a better family then the one I was so fortunate to be born into.


Onto Academy things.


This semester has been one of the most successful, fun, and fulfilling for me. Midterm was just this past week and my midterm GPA is a 3.65, which is a huge jump from the usual 3.0. I think it was mostly because I am taking all technical classes that relate to civil engineering. One would think that it would be harder; quite frankly, I am pretty bad at humanities so to take classes that all have math in them is a relief. Not to mention I have the best teachers I have ever had. Usually I could complain about one teacher but that is not the case this semester. Needless to say I love all my classes and all my teachers.


I guess this blog comes down to the fact that I love life right now, my family, my friends (here and back home), my school, and countless other things that I can’t think of right now. If you have any questions about being here, just need talk to someone, or want to talk about music (I’ve recently come upon some good stuff) shoot me an email at


Seriously email me.



More about Spencer.


The Diary of a Restricted Kid

(Overcoming Challenges, The Cadet Experience, Class of 2015) Permanent link
Driscoll Photo I am restricted this week. Having been a model cadet with zero negative marks for the past two years, I’ve struggled a bit with the idea of getting in trouble. However, in the grand scheme of things, mistakes happen and people get punished. What is more important is that you recover and move on…


So I have a week of restriction. It started last Tuesday and goes until the morning of the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. (Which is nice, because that way I can still get out of here on time for Thanksgiving leave.) I had a minor fender-bender in a fifteen-passenger government vehicle; as the driver, I am held responsible. I received a one-week restriction, two work hours, and one marching tour.


Each day, I have to attend a special formation at 1930 and 2200 called Restricted Cadet Formation (RCF). Here, the RCDO (the 1/c cadet responsible for the corps that day) and the company OODs (the eight 1/c cadets responsible for each company, under the supervision of the RCDO) inspect the uniforms of the restricted cadets. For the most part, RCF is an inconvenience. On the weekends, it occurs four times a day. In addition to having to attend RCF, I must wear the uniform of the day from reveille until 2200. Again, an inconvenience. The weirdest part of being restricted, for me, was my marching tour.


Marching tours are marched in the Old Quad, in your black drill uniform. You march back and forth with a rifle for fifty minutes. It got boring very quickly, because I couldn’t wear a watch and I couldn’t hear the bells of the chapel. I hated it after the first five minutes…but the end came by surprise, which was nice.


No matter what happens between now and Tuesday morning, I will be delighted to get off restriction, and be able to go on liberty again. Until then, I am open to readers’ questions: email me at Have a good night all!



More about Peter.