I stood at attention and raised my right hand and said the words for the third time in my life today.
Sailor, police officer, diplomat.
I looked around in the building during breaks, in awe of what I had become a part of. I am even more in awe of the people I am surrounded by. There is quite a bit of substance behind all the paper credentials. I am torn between a feeling of humility that these are my peers and a feeling that I somehow fooled someone to be here.
On a lighter note... after 23 years of wearing everything from wool choker collars to bullet-proof vests, this suit thing ain't so bad. For the first time in my life, I had to consider the color of my socks before leaving for work.
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I was thinking about you this week, wondering how your first week went. And that feeling that you fooled someone to get in...really really common. I bet the majority of your class feels that way. The ones who are convinced they should be there, on the other hand (and who think they are God's gift), are far less valuable to the service than people like you!
Welcome aboard!
That "how did I fool them into letting me in this class" feeling will pass.
Eventually.
Incidentally, my post needs a bagpiper. Bid early, bid often.
Thanks for the insights. It is definitely a humbling feeling. I am very proud to be a part of all this.
Now, on to that bid list! (It is a monster, BTW)
I've heard: something like 102 positions, all over the world, mostly consular but plenty of other stuff too.
I think there's only one bagpiper in my whole country; and he's getting old!
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