Lived Experience Essay Anonymous

“All Level 5s, gather in the middle of the parade square!”

As the oldest members assembled, I noticed how compact of a circle we formed. There remained no more than 11 of the 120 rowdy 12-year-olds that had packed four classrooms so long ago. Yet, I wasn’t surprised so few of our original class stuck it out. For me, being part of the squadron doesn’t just mean showing up for a couple of hours on Thursdays, but also painstakingly polishing uniform boots to a mirror shine or practicing rifle drill movements until my arms are about to fall off.

As I rose in rank, I began teaching my juniors lessons on everything from American military history to fitness. The myriad of teaching methods I attempted in quest for the attention of a class of 12-year-olds gave me new, creative ways in which I could express my ideas in my life.

In addition, many activities would enter me into unexpected partnerships with other senior cadets to lead a flight or organize a community parade. These experiences taught me to understand people’s needs and strengths when collaborating to solve problems.

To be sure, I still empathize when I see Level 1s who are a bit skeptical about wearing goofy uniforms and caps as pretend soldiers. Like them, adapting to my...