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Back and Busy!

(The Cadet Experience, Class of 2024) Permanent link
Sarah Kaleta

When I returned to school this semester, I hit the ground running as I am sure many cadets did. Though I was not too thrilled to start taking real Nav Arch courses, I was excited to see my friends all back in Chase again and even more excited to do more in-person events and meet new people. Already I have been able to go to off base events like sustainability club’s beach clean-up at Ocean Beach, travel with friends to NYC and nearby islands, row to Norwich with the crew team, and participate in some traditional military ceremonies. At the beach clean-up in Westerly Town beach over the weekend of September 18th with the sustainability club, I met some people who were part of the Ocean Recovery Community Alliance (ORCA). We helped ORCA with their beach clean-up competition by checking off items that kids picked up along the beach following a youth surf competition (Fig. 1-2). After the event, ORCA members gave our club president their contact information and encouraged us to reach out to them for summer internships! During liberty time, my friends and I have been able to venture to New York and even take a flight from the Groton Airport to Block Island (Fig. 3). It is nice to be able to get away for a bit on the weekends. On September 11th, after the morning ceremony, the crew team participated in the annual row to Norwich. My boat completed the row in about four and a half hours; we had a blast and got some sun (Fig. 4)! After the row, I participated in the Run to Remember which involved cadets running in groups of 8 every 20min from 0800 to evening colors with the national Ensign and Coast Guard Ensign in remembrance of those fallen in the 9/11 attacks (Fig. 5). Later that day I was part of the cordon which occurred during evening colors. With the restrictions of last year, ceremonies like this one did not happen, so I was glad to be part of the tradition this year. There are plenty more events to come and many more activities I am looking forward to!

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A Whirlwind Semester Worth My While

(Academics, The Cadet Experience, Class of 2024) Permanent link
Isabel Jimenez

Hey y’all, how’s it going??? There’s been a handful of crazy events since I’ve stopped to catch my breath. It felt like just the other day I sat down to start the school year, and now we’ve just passed midterms. Ahhh!

Anywho, it’s been a crazy few months. I went on leave for a few weeks before I came back for the school year, and that was amazing!! I got to catch up with my family, friends, and take a break from the rush of Academy life. I went camping with my family and somehow we ended up with a bunny – definitely ask me about it because it’s quite a story. I also FaceTimed a few friends back the Academy while I was at home – and that was exciting simply because you begin to realize the good friends that you’ve made in the short time at the Academy.

I got back to school and was definitely kind of nervous to start the school year, but it ended up alright. I believe that I’ve mentioned this before, but I am now currently a Government major. I absolutely love it, so much better than a STEM major for me. While some may say that it’s easier, it’s definitely harder in certain aspects. I really love philosophy & theology, so I’ve enjoyed learning about ethics within the government major because it’s a topic I find interesting.

This semester has definitely been a handful though, I am Vice President of blog club along with being the Community Service Officer for St. Francis De Sales society. It’s been a blast, but a lot of work behind the scenes. Coordinating events, organizing memos (memorandums), and running around takes a lot out of you. But it’s definitely worth my while; even after I get exhausted from a long day. I’m excited to see what the future holds for me, but until then, I’ll be here to share a story or two about my Academy experience.

I am always down to answer any questions, so feel free to reach out @ [email protected]. Until next time, I’m off to sail the adventurous seas!!!

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Summer Snapshot

(Academics, The Cadet Experience, Eagle, Class of 2024) Permanent link
Isabel Jimenez

And so here we are, the end of summer. 😊 I can say that it’s been a wild ride. As for the end of 4/c semester, I did end up passing all my classes. Which to some, that’s not a big deal. But for ME, I was quite surprised and very much enthralled at how the grades turned out. Needless to say, I did learn a few things…

One, try not to overdo your commitments. I learned that the hard way. I love to help, but sometimes I do spread myself too thin. While it kind of worked out in high school, it led to a much more stressful semester. Second, it’s okay not to have everything figured out. While that’s the mindset you might come in with, just realize that many aspects in your life change. Friends, family, and just your environment. That’s when you learn to let go of what you cannot control.

As for my summer, this is how it rolled. The first half of the summer I was on Eagle. As soon as I finished my finals, I got on to “America’s Tall Ship” and sailed across the ocean. The first two weeks we learned many skills including how to handle lines, stay on watch, and complete qualifications. While not all of it was ideal, I have certainly learned much. Our first stop was in Azores, Portugal. I loved going into the churches because of the beautiful artwork – and the town had amazing gelato. Hands-down; it was so good. I may never taste that exact same gelato again, but I will forever remember it. (Insert two more weeks of sea-going time here.) Our second stop was in Reykjavik, Iceland. While I didn’t quite get to explore as much as I hoped, I got to take some pictures of the volcano on the tour bus on our way to the planes. We took an international flight home, and that was it for that adventure.

As for the second half of the summer, I took summer school. While a lot of people try to advert from summer school, it all depends on the person. I struggle in school, so I am not going to lie – I did also struggle in summer school. But I can say, you do get a lot more focused attention during the summer, and a lot more personalized help in the classes. I took Engineering Mechanics – Statics & Calc II, and I did pass both classes. Although…during the process I did change my major to Government for a good handful of reasons. And while I would love to share all the reasons, I’m going to save that for another story…

So here we are. I got to go home after the whole ordeal and spent a few weeks with family – I loved it. I’ll be heading back to USCGA as a 3/c; with more responsibility & a handful of excitement. We’ll see how the school year turns out, but I’m sure it will turn out as God Wills it. Until I reach out again, off to the next salty sailors’ tale!!!

Feel free to reach out with any questions @ [email protected]. I’m always happy to share an adventure. 😊

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Hurricanes and Ambulances

(Academics, The Cadet Experience, Class of 2024) Permanent link
Cheyenne Waters

Now this is not your typical worst first day of school that involves mean kids, strict teachers, and funny mishaps. This is quite extreme when it comes to college experiences.

So, the week started off with a hurricane. The hurricane barreled into New London on Sunday which, of course, cut our weekend short and locked the cadets up in Chase Hall. Believe it or not, the hurricane was one of the best parts of the week. Even though I was stuck in Chase, I found ways to keep myself busy by preparing for school and creating study tools and sessions for the 4/c.

Tuesday was the first day of classes. I woke up early on Tuesday excited to start school and especially excited for my oceans lab where I would be studying meteorology. I get an email advertising for a blood drive later that day. I sign up on a whim thinking I had a free period, it was a nice thing to do, and, if I am being honest, it was also a good bullet. So, my first class went great, and my spirits were high as I headed to Leamy to give blood. I had never donated blood, but I had my blood drawn loads of times, and I was not fazed by needles or blood. Therefore, I walked into Leamy thinking it would be no big deal. I was very wrong. I got there at 11:00 and waited for about an hour. I figured I would miss lunch, but I had a good breakfast, and I was drinking my water while waiting. Plus, all the times I had my blood drawn I was just fine after a cookie and some juice.

I finally get to the table, feeling slightly nervous but ready to finish and get to class. They stick me, which was not that bad, then the blood starts flowing. The machines beeps were the first sign something was wrong. The blood sucker machine kept saying my blood was moving really slow. So, they give me something to roll in my hand and it flowed a little faster. However, it still ends up taking forever to make a pint. Almost four time longer than usual!

At this point, I really want to get to lab. The whole process had taken way longer than I thought it would. So, I quickly stuff some food in my bag and start off to class. I don’t make it very far before my head spins and my vision blurs. I walk back to the Red Cross people, and they have me lie down. Now I did not actually pass out. I just got very close. I hazily emailed my teacher to tell her where I was. I tried to sit up, but I felt so dizzy that they made me lay back down. Finally, the head Red Cross lady said she was going to call Nine-One-One. Now, I start to panic in earnest. I felt terrible, but I thought an ambulance was a bit dramatic. I really just wanted to go to the clinic. I also wanted to sit up because my panic was making my breath tight. Someone from the clinic arrives, but they call the ambulance anyway.

The EMTs get there. They strap me to the transport bed thing, and we take off. The ride was actually pretty fun, and I guess the highlight of the day. After that, they stick me in the ER, and I wait a while. I eat and drink something and feel better, but when they take me back, they say I am still dehydrated, and they hook me up to an IV. The IV, of course, starts hurting when the bag gets about a three quarters empty. So, they take it out and send me on my way.

I get back to the Academy, tell my story about a dozen times (which was actually pretty fun since it was a traumatic but very interesting story). The next morning was pretty bad too. I missed another class because I was in the clinic. Then, I switched up my classes and missed yet another class. I got a lot of makeup work, but I made it through Wednesday with no more ER trips. After a bit of rest and relaxation and a couple of good nights sleeps, I felt back to one hundred percent.

So, I guess I should summarize the great lessons from my unfortunate first days of school. The first is basically bad things will happen. I mean it happens. Sometimes you just have to roll with it. The second is that sometimes you do need to take a pause. Sometimes it is just too much, and you need to take time to sleep, breath, relax, etc. The third is something you will hear at the academy a lot which is communicate and ask for help. Everyone here is very helpful and understanding if you give them the chance by communicating and asking for help. The last one is trying to find a silver lining. I will admit I was pretty down those two days. I had a lot of stress (but unfortunately not blood) pumping through me. However, I am trying to get back to my normal, happy self and look on the bright side. I can’t say you will be happy all the time at the academy. It’s just not true. BUT you will enjoy your time better here if you do your best to look at the positive no matter how hard things get.

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Third Class Summer Station Search and Rescue Case

(The Cadet Experience, Class of 2024) Permanent link
Junna Castel

My experience at Station South Portland this summer was life changing. Not only did I meet some of the amazing, enlisted members who are at the core of the Coast Guard, but I also learned what it means to be part of this organization. I will never forget what it was like going on a Search and Rescue mission summer of 2021 and contributing to the life-saving mission of the Coast Guard.

One evening, us cadets, and the crew were preparing to go underway on a “Sunset cruise” in honor of a Boatswain’s Mate being transferred this summer, but as we were boarding the 47-foot Motor Lifeboat, the radio crackled to life and called for Coast Guard stations to be on the lookout for a Kayaker in the local area. Moments later, the Watch office called and confirmed that the Kayaker was in Station South Portland’s area of responsibility, and the lighthearted mood turned serious as we motored out of the boathouse.

As we surged out of the harbor that evening, the waves were between 4-6 feet, and as we crossed a strip of reef, the waves swelled up and became choppier. Water splashed against the metal of the hull spraying sea water all over the open bridge where the crew was clustered holding tight against the bucking of the boat. At the same time, the wind blew into our faces sending the droplets of water all over our mustangs, orange heavy weather body suits we wore to protect ourselves from the cold and the water. We cut through one wave, then rocked down the next; some waves were gentle swells while others towered next to the boat. One moment we rode up a wave and then the next moment we smacked back down sending shock waves through the metal of the boat and threatening to loosen our grip from the now wet metal railings we clung to dearly. Water sprayed, and soaked us, leaving salt crystals on our faces as we braced for each impending wave. At the same time, the intense rocking made some crew members nauseous and one of them descended the ladder to the bridge to hang over the side of the boat and vomit. After a particularly tooth-jarring wave, one of the crew members went below deck and retrieved the heavy-weather belts that we strapped on and clipped into the rings scattered throughout the boat.

Thoughts raced through my head this entire time. Up until this moment, I had not truly realized what the oath of service meant until I was clinging to wet railings barreling through rough seas on a SAR (Search and Rescue) case. I realized how real the Coast Guard’s mission really is, witnessing Coast Guardsmen run through movements that they trained years for to save lives of people caught in the jaws of the unpredictable seas.

After receiving more information from the watch office back at station, one of the Boatswain’s Mates hollered over the deafening winds and rumbling motor, “We are looking for a white guy, wearing a white shirt and life jacket in a blue kayak. Keep your eyes peeled as we get closer to his last known position.” We signaled that we understood and began scanning the expansive waves before us for anything that might resemble the description given. It was difficult as the sun was beginning to set, and the waves remained wild and choppy. We scanned the water in different directions, eye briskly scanning our surroundings finding nothing so far.

Then, the other Boatswain’s Mate slowed the boat down to quiet the motor because we were being connected to the individual in the kayak’s phone number to help in the rescue effort. The kayaker was miraculously able to hold onto his phone while battling harsh waves and able to get enough cell service to call the dispatcher who then transferred the call to the Coast Guard. The kayaker said that we had shot right past him, and that he was at 3 o’clock from the boat. The driver whipped the boat around and headed in that direction and finally after 45 minutes of battling through waves, he yelled, “I have a visual!”

Some distance from us was the blue kayak with the individual frantically paddling for control of his kayak among the large waves as we shot towards him. At this moment, 2 crew members descended from the bridge, and while being violently flung around, made their way to the recess of the boat, positioning themselves to retrieve the guy from the water. We approached the kayaker and among the undulating waves, the two crew members reached out to the kayaker’s trembling paddle, grasping the tip, and pulled him towards the boat. They then grasped the individual tightly and pulled him into the vessel accidentally bumping the kayaker’s head on the boat to bring him on safely. At that moment, the guy bear-hugged the crew member who had brought him onboard and started sobbing into his arms as he was finally out of the water, safe from the surging waves.

We moved quickly after that, one of the cadets going into the boat to grab blankets and pillows for the guy while the crew members moved him to the survivor’s compartment where they checked his vitals and monitored him for shock. Also, another crew member, the other cadet and I retrieved the paddle and the kayak from the churning water securing everything onboard the vessel. Afterwards, we met up with a smaller vessel with Maine Marine patrol headed to the EMS on shore and transferred the kayaker.

Before the individual left however, he said something like, “You guys genuinely saved my life. If you had not been there, I might not have made it out alive.” We went into rough seas with one purpose in mind, rescuing this individual who got swept out to sea, getting to him before the elements did. From this crazy experience, I learned that despite the many times I have been told that the Coast Guard is a life-saving service, or despite the many times people have expressed pride for the many humbling deeds of the Coast Guard, this SAR case made it real for me. The Coast Guard saves lives, other vessels, protects the environment, and trade. People live for this -- being a Coastie is for life. Whether members of this service serve 4 or 5 years and decide that they have served their time, or they decide to make a life-long career out of it, people I have talked to say they would do it all again in a heartbeat. That is the power of the camaraderie of the Coast Guard, the power of their mission.

Shout out to all the enlisted members at Station South Portland! This summer was a valuable training experience and one of the most memorable summer experiences of my life! To all, Fair Winds and Following Seas (cheesy, sorry 😊)!

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Creative Outlets

(Extracurricular and Faith-Based Involvement, The Cadet Experience, Class of 2024) Permanent link
Cole Fulton

It’s important for everyone to have a creative outlet – a way in which to express oneself through another medium. For some, this is athletics: the artistic maneuvers of flipping through the air or shooting a basketball. For others, this can be music: the playing of instruments or the writing of original songs.

I myself have spent considerable time seeking out this creative outlet – trying everything from cooking to kendama (a Japanese skill toy) – until arbitrarily stumbling upon photography. Now, four years later, I’ve found that my journey with photography has taught me technical proficiencies, different perspectives, and other valuable lessons applicable to all aspects of my life. While this may sound corny or repetitive, I feel that it’s important for others to understand photography at its essence so that they may see the benefits of creative outlets in their own lives. Because, unlike the commonly held belief, photography goes far beyond just taking a photograph.

The camera I first started with was none other than the camera on my iPhone 5. Now compared to other smartphone cameras at this time, my 14-year-old self was fascinated by the phone’s capabilities. I was able to shoot telephoto shots, as well as make minor corrections through apple’s digital editing software. I would spend hours setting up mini photoshoots with my friends – and when they got tired of it – with my dog. However, as I continued to exclusively use my phone for photography, I began to notice some limitations. My pictures were half the quality of other professional shots I’d see on Instagram; moreover, certain photographs that require longer exposures were not possible due to the iPhone’s fixed shutter speed. Knowing I needed a better camera to improve my photographs, I began researching my options. And, after nearly 2 months of contemplating, I finally decided on my next camera.

The Nikon D3300. This DSLR camera was the first “real” camera I had ever received. Unlike an iPhone, DSLR’s have a much broader range of capabilities… and certainly are not the shape of a smartphone. The kit that came with my camera included a 24-50 mm lens, filters, an external flash, and many other photography trinkets. My first time using the camera was a nightmare. All my photos came out either overexposed, are grainer than a sandy beach. But, overtime, I eventually learned the ins and outs of this magnificent tools and was able to produce “post-worthy” content. This camera became my most prized possession for the next 3 years until I realized it had its limitations. The D3300 could not perform as well under lowlight conditions and the autofocus was very outdated. In need of a new camera body, I scoured the internet for my next soulmate until eventually finding a match on amazon’s Black Friday sale.

The Nikon Z6: sleek in its design and boundless in its abilities (not really true but it was certainly an upgrade). While my bank account didn’t agree, this was by far the best purchase I’d ever made. I was now able to take quality astrophotography shots and shoot detailed photographs in lowlight conditions. In addition to the camera body, I’d also purchased a 70-200 mm lens and a 50mm lens for wildlife and portraits shots respectively. After using this camera for about 4 months now, I feel like I am close to mastering it; though, only time will tell. I plan on using this camera for the duration of my time at the academy until eventually moving on to a different Mirrorless camera.

Beyond the technical aspects I’ve developed through photography, I have established other skills to be grateful for. Photography has taught me to be confident in myself and my abilities. When working with a client – or while out in public – it is essential that you show you know what you’re doing. Any sense of doubt or insecurity will make others feel uneasy. So, in order to conduct successful photoshoots, it’s imperative that you remain calm and collected the entire time. This directly relates to the bearing that one must uphold as a military officer. In times of danger and distress, Coast Guard officers are expected to maintain a professional presence to guide others to safety. The maturity I’ve learned from photograph has certainly helped me in that aspect of my life.

Another important lesson photography has taught me is to not be afraid of putting yourself out there: you can only hide behind a camera for so long. When I first started getting into photography, I was very self-conscious of what others thought of my abilities. This scared me away from posting on social media or reaching out to other photographers. Overtime, I realized that I would get nowhere in this hobby by staying under my shell. So, I began forcing myself to be under the spotlight by submitting my works to competitions and generating a platform for myself. This allowed me to grow my credibility tremendously and provides another reason to continue this career. I’ve always been reluctant to unwarranted attention, I’m an introvert as some would say. However, photography has allowed me to break through these self-conscious barriers and appreciate my work for what it is, not how its perceived.

Photography is a very important aspect of my life for a multitude of reasons, though at essence, it can be described as my creative outlet. It is a way for me to develop, express, and reflect upon my qualities as a person. This passion has led me to do great things in my life and I can’t wait to see where it will take me in the future.

I hope this gave you a perspective into the essentiality of creative outlets and the motivation to discover your own.

Follow my new photography page: @FultonsFotos on IG.

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Tell Us Your Life Story

(The Cadet Experience, Class of 2024) Permanent link
Cole Fulton

"Tell us your story." The words glared back at me as if they were looking into my soul.

I shut my laptop, laid back on my chair, and closed my eyes; though the words still lingered – engraved into my vision. Starting out new academic semesters is always an exciting time, though writing “about me” bios for certain classes reduces that excitement significantly. Some find it easy to blurb their entire life story into a measly 500-word essay… I’m definitely not one of those individuals. My mind initially raced with topics to write about but was quickly suppressed with sheer nothingness. I was lost for ideas.

I opened my eyes to find an overused ukulele meeting my gaze. Feelings of warmth and joy engendered from within me. Seeing the tarnished ukulele sitting in the corner of my room reminded me of my early childhood, growing up on the Island of Oahu.

The magnificent beaches, deep-blue waters, and exquisite aromas of fresh ahi poke immediately came to mind. Hawaii, a place so diverse yet so connected, was a place I called home for the first 13 years of my life. My family and I were cramped - yet content - residing in a small house in Mililani. Street fights and drug deals occurred frequently in my neighborhood, but I was too distracted with my Magic Tree House books and Pokémon cards to notice.

Still joyous from the memories of a nostalgic past, my eyes drifted away from the ukulele and locked onto a duffel bag hanging ominously from the corner of my locker. A shiver creeped down my spine. What was now empty and collecting dust had once carried my personal belongings 2,872 miles from the islands of Hawaii to the potato fields of Idaho.

The unforeseen move to Idaho introduced me to an abnormal foe: adversity. I struggled to adjust to this new environment, unwilling to plod down the unbeaten path that trailed off into the wild unknown. But, like most challenges that arise in my life, I decided I wouldn’t back down. Ignoring the warning signs that my anxious consciousness displayed before me, I trudged on, forcing myself to take part in community events and joining clubs that I was initially hesitant to. I continued my passion for basketball and assimilated into the athletic community. I perused my academic passions and continued to challenge myself in school. I had finally adapted to my new home.

The soft patter of rain against my window brought me back to reality. I sighed, content with the life I had created for myself; however, the brewing storm outside reminded me that I was no longer in Idaho. And like driving on most of the streets in my Washington neighborhood, I encountered yet another rut in the road.

I had my summer of senior year all planned out. Everything was in place according to my compulsive behavior. But, instead of partaking in a trip to Canada with my friends. I was stuck packing my cumbersome belongings. Instead of conducting an extensive research project at a local University, I was busy loading up a 26-foot U-Haul. And instead of playing basketball with a team I had become very close to, I was forced to memorize new plays for a team much different from my previous one. Moving again felt like déjà vu being forced down my throat... and it was getting hard to breathe.

I could feel the strain of emotions pulsating through burning red cheeks, though I refused to admit it was there: refused to acknowledge the pain that had wriggled its way back into my life. But, in this moment I began to think. I thought long and hard about the experiences in my life: a lightbulb went off. Somewhere in the deep dark depths of my sorrow, this lightbulb shone down, luminating my shrouded conscious.

I became grateful for the diverse culture I had indulged into during my time in Hawaii: thankful for the values of family and good morals that I had created there. I was grateful for the adversity I faced, adjusting to new environments and experiencing the unknown. I was thankful for the relationships I’d built with the amazing people in each community: those who changed my mindset and taught me to not settle for the circumstances given to me, but to make the best of each opportunity. It helped me overcome the barriers of anxiety and self-consciousness that had created a turbulence in my mind.

And I was grateful for the opportunity to now apply these life-changing realizations to the next chapter of my life here at the academy.

I paused for a moment and grinned, thrilled to have finally thought of an idea. I sat up in my chair, opened my laptop, and began to type.

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Changing Things Up this Semester

(The Cadet Experience, Class of 2024) Permanent link
Isabel Jimenez

Well, I must say, we are in the midst of an intense semester… Even though there is a pandemic going on, it is quite difficult at a military academy regardless of COVID-19. Since February, academics have picked up as well as the military duties & obligations. Some of these include more drill, more FRAWs, and more of what the military academy day used to look like…

In a normal year, each company must perform a Regimental Review which means marching on the Washington Parade Field in section. The firsties (seniors at the Academy), all have swords while the under-classmen carry rifles. In the past, I’ve heard there were Regimental Reviews every weekend (I’m not sure if that meant Friday or Saturday), but I know they practiced Friday mornings for drill. Our class does not quite know what that experience is like, but regardless we are adventuring new waters! Literally & figuratively.

As for me, I changed some things up. Last semester I played rugby, but this semester I wanted to try something new, so I joined Women’s Rowing/Crew. It’s a NCAA, Division 3 sport, which basically means it’s more of a time commitment than a club sport – but the people there definitely make it a great community. So, when I meant I spent more time adventuring new waters, I meant it in the literal sense because I’ve definitely had the opportunity to spend more time on Thames River (only to get splashed by the salty sea water when the water gets rough). The funny thing is, every time that I get splashed with waves, I have to keep reminding myself that I’m on the East Coast. Random side note: I’m from Wisconsin. This means that anytime I’ve interacted with a large body of water, it has been Lake Michigan – and Lake Michigan is a freshwater lake. Sometimes I get splashed with water (in the face of course), and I lick my lips only to realize it’s very salty!!! If you got splashed in the face in Wisconsin (from Lake Michigan of course), there is no salt because it’s a freshwater body. I don’t know, maybe it’s just a Midwest thing to have to keep reminding yourself in the East Coast and the water is saltier than not…

Anywho, April is our last month, so we just need to make it through our last four weeks of classes. They are definitely going to be quite difficult, but with perseverance and dedication (and God of course) – all things are possible. Oh! And for majors, I decided to switch my major to Cyber, but if you have any questions on the majors – I can definitely point you in the right direction if I can’t give you an adequate answer, we’re all here to help! But I’m going to wait a little, see how the major goes, and then write something of that sort in a blog. I definitely want to give a better perspective about what I learn about in the major – because I don’t know everything yet and there are a few things to learn. I’m discovering whole new adventures, and there is always something new to find!

Until next time, see you later my sea-going friends! Feel free to reach out to me at any time, [email protected].

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