My First Day

Met by the overzealous, but appreciated, welcomes and the echoes of a deep resounding “Yes Sir!”, I arrived here a Boys State. Luckily I was able to find my room and turn in the paperwork with minimal stress and no casualties. Life here at Boys State has been surprisingly good so far. Though the stories from home left me weary after leaving the bus, the life here has been contrary to the popular opinion back home. The only problem, or inconvenience, I have incurred is the culture shock. The hours of the days have made the biggest impact on me. When thinking about the hours of my days back home in comparison to the hours of my days here, a fitting analogy came to mind. If you simply put yourself in the shoes of a fly on the highway that has just been crushed by a speeding semi-truck, the semi-truck being Boys State, you will have an appropriately revolted attitude towards the culture shock given from Boys State.
After my first day here at Boys State I have developed a tenative impression of the Marines that run my day here. I think the impression that one develops from the Marines is dependant upon the lifestyle that one has lead before their stay at Boys State. For me, my impression has been fairly bright. I think the respect that the Marines demand is a great thing for the youth of today. As much as that opinion sounds parentally induced, I truly believe that respect is a key part of an active American citizen.
Overall Boys State has been good fun and occasional hard work. I am optimistic about my next few days here at Boys State. I am confident that fond long lasting memories will be built and that my days will continue to be bright.