214 years ago today, March 16th, Thomas Jefferson signed legislation establishing the United States Military Academy (USMA) at West Point, New York. 40 years ago this year, the first women were admitted to USMA, and 62 of those women graduated in 1980.
The first time I visited West Point, I was 14. I knew immediately that that was where I wanted to go to college. In 1990, the summer before my senior year of high school, I attended the Invitational Academic Workshop (now known as the Summer Leaders Seminar) at West Point, which only further solidified my desire to become a West Point cadet. Unfortunately, West Point shared neither my enthusiasm nor my belief that I would make an outstanding cadet. I was rejected a total of three times. They finally acquiesced in 1995, when I was a cadet candidate at the United States Military Academy Preparatory School (aka West Point Prep). My birthday was the cutoff date; you could be no older than 22 years of age (the age is now 23) on July 1st of the year you enter USMA; I turned 22 the year I entered, making me the oldest cadet in my class (and earning me the nickname Grandma). If I had been accepted straight out of high school, I would have graduated in 1995. Instead, I am a proud member of the Class of 1999 (With Duty In Mind!).
I’ve always said that I wouldn’t change the road I took to get to West Point for all the money in the world; had I gone there at 18, I would not be the woman I am today. Granted, I wasn’t that much more mature at 22 than I was at 18 (and at 42 my maturity level still comes into question fairly often) but the somewhat sheltered and isolated world I grew up in would have served to keep my worldview quite narrow. Those four years of experience (a whole other blogpost….my experience consisted of flunking out of the same university twice, joining the Army, a job on a movie set…….yeah, another post) helped broaden my horizons in a way that made me a bit more cynical. But I digress…..I am one of only a little over 4,300 women who can call themselves West Point graduates. To put that into some perspective, there have been over 70,000 graduates since 1802; using those numbers, only 6.14% of those graduates are women (yes, I realize that I probably should only consider the total number of graduates since 1980, as that was the first class with women, but that required more research, more math, and I really wanted to get this post done tonight. Just saying).
The reason I’m giving you all this background information is due to a conversation I had today with one of my best friends (who is also my classmate). We were given some devastating news last week about one our own, and it has led us to reflect upon the relationships we have with our classmates as well as on our time at West Point. While the bonds among my own female classmates have been reinforced significantly over the past few years, the bonds among all West Point Women were recently strengthened following the August 2015 graduation of the first two women from US Army Ranger School, CPT Kristen Griest and 1LT Shaye Haver, both West Pointers. The third woman to graduate from Ranger School, in October 2015, MAJ Lisa Jaster, is also a West Pointer. West Point Women are soldiers, homemakers, doctors, lawyers, authors, CEOs, engineers, teachers, philanthropists, mothers, entrepreneurs, accountants, general officers, platoon leaders, company commanders, battalion commanders, singers, veterinarians, professors, personal trainers, corporate executives…..anything and everything you can imagine. And not only do we have an astronaut, we also have the current Commandant of Cadets at West Point, the first woman to ever serve in that position. We are an exceedingly accomplished, intelligent, amazing group of women. But………..
…….some of us don’t always feel like a part of the “we.” West Point attracts type A personalities, and by the time we graduate, most of us are A+++++ personalities. We want to be the best; we want to be the first; the strongest; the smartest; we are always in competition with someone or something, even if our opponent is the person staring back at us in the mirror. I would argue that for female graduates, this competitive trait is amplified. At school, many of us were not only competing against the men, but against each other. It was only after graduation, after leaving the strictly regimented life at West Point, that we truly began to understand what we all had in common. It is a bond that is incredibly difficult to describe. We celebrate each other’s accomplishments and we build each other up, but when doing so, we examine our own lives and sometimes come up short. Even if the goal achieved by a friend or classmate is one we do not desire, jealousy can rear its ugly head. Feelings of inadequacy can creep into our minds and eat at our self-esteem.
My ten year class reunion occurred in the fall of 2009. I didn’t go. I also did not attend my five year reunion, but for good reason; I was deployed to Iraq. However, my life had changed dramatically from 2004 to 2009. I left the Army, got divorced, and I was unemployed after having been unceremoniously dismissed from a job I loved at a local Humane Society (again, fodder for another blog post). I was beginning my initial descent into a black hole of debt, living on credit and savings, and I was more depressed than I’d ever been in my entire life. It didn’t help that my ex-husband was also a fellow classmate. Neither of my two best friends were going to the reunion (one was deployed), and I simply could not bear to answer the inevitable question “So what are you up to, Margaret?” The irony is that had I gone, I probably would have risen out of my depression quicker. I would have most likely reconnected with long lost friends, found a few shoulders to cry on, and been buoyed by the camaraderie and support of people who understood me. But I was scared and I was ashamed, because, in my mind, I was a failure.
Even now, when I am making great strides in climbing out of debt, have held a good job for over five years, am getting back in shape, and am applying for veterinary school, I am plagued by feelings of inadequacy. Do I belong in a group as celebrated and distinguished as West Point Women? What have I accomplished in my life? When will I be good enough? Will I EVER be good enough?
The only one who can answer that last question is me, but the question I should really be asking myself is “Am I happy?” Because that is what matters. Am I good to others? Am I kind? Do I listen more than I speak? Am I a good friend? A good daughter? A good mother to my furry babies? Maybe silencing the doubts and squashing those feelings of inadequacy isn’t necessarily about putting yourself into overdrive and reaching for the stars, but about adjusting our priorities and remembering what’s most important in life. Life is not about what we’ve accomplished, but about our relationships with others. It’s about being a good person, no matter how much money is in your bank account, how many titles you hold, how many sets of initials you have after your name, or what you do for a living. It’s about showing appreciation for the people we love and about telling them we love them. Often. It’s about never taking anyone or anything for granted. It’s about forgiveness. It’s about taking a risk if there’s even the slightest chance that the end result could be happiness. And it’s about making a positive difference in the world, even if that positivity only affects one person. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to start taking my own advice. Carpe diem, indeed.
Margaret, I would suggest that your posts, this blog and the FB discussions serve as a significant contribution to WPW. You and your classmates and other women from more recent classes have catalyzed an open dialogue for the whole spectrum of our diverse and common lived experiences… not just the “safe” (and self-censored) topics of achievement, guts and superwoman-hood. (USMA 1982)
Great post and the feelings of inadequacy are often altered by classmates who don’t care. In the end, being happy is the key.
I believe we all have feelings of inadequacy no matter how much we have or have not done since graduation. You are right though. In the end, we need to be happy with ourselves. Finally, we need to wake up everyday and make the most of it. We don’t get a 2nd chance at this life (USMA ’82).
Love your post..make sure to listen to your own wise advice!
So much if this rings true for me, too! Thanks for sharing your experiences! I resigned afternoon almost 10 years to become a full time mommy. It took me many years to realize my identity wasn’t as wrapped up in my accomplishments as I once thought. Blessings on your journey! (USMA ’97)
I enjoyed reading this , a lot of the times we question are we going enough and compare ourselves to others when simply ARE YOU HAPPY should be what we truly ask ourselves
Good luck on your journey and I enjoyed reading your post
Shalela Dowdy (USMA 2012)
Wonderful post! I think you demonstrate a lot of drive. And all of your “issues” have taken you down a unique path. To get to West Point, to go through Virginia, and to end up back in Texas! And, look, now you are filling the next dream with vet school. You see a dream and stick with it. As I was first reading this post, I noticed the age when you entered and realized you were just starting your schooling at an age when I was starting my career. I would have never stuck with the dream at that point. You have a lot to offer!