samedi 12 février 2011
Here I am, the coldest, most exhausted, and dirtiest I have ever been in my life, but extremely happy.
Anyone want to postulate why?
VMI= Virginia Military Institute, a 4-year military college.
Actually, it was my choice to go, my parents tried desperately to talk me out of it, as it was the first year that women were accepted.
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3 commentaires:
Hey, you were apart of a historical group at VMI! Congratulations, you were a brave soul!
I'm pretty sure I read about you back then...but of course din't know it was you. You have an amazing background.
I cannot imagine anyone actually wanting to go to a military school, but to each their own