I Don't Wanna Sit Still Look Pretty

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United States Colonel and demigod Kallie Veandra shares her story and her words of wisdom of how you can't let stereotypes get you down.

Submitted: May 09, 2018

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Submitted: May 09, 2018



My name is Kallie Veandra, and I am a Colonel in the United States Army. Now, this may seem normal to you, but my siblings and mother beg to differ with me. Why, you may ask? Well, because my mother is Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and beauty, and she and my siblings hate the fact that I'm not like them, and by extension, they hate me. But there's no shame in being the black sheep of the family, especially when your mother is an immortal goddess and doesn't even bother to pay attention to you.

I became interested in the Army when I was 6 years old and still living with my father, who was a demigod son of Ares and was in the Army himself until he lost his leg in combat. He used a wheelchair most of the time, but I never found it odd or scary. It was just my dad, after all. When I was little he'd pull me onto his lap and tell me stories about the Army, and the places he'd been, and it captivated me. I'd wanted to be like him someday, so when I got to high school I joined the JROTC program there and soared my way through the ranks and by the time I graduated, I was a Cadet Colonel, which was the highest rank you could get in JROTC. After I graduated, I was accepted into West Point.

At this point, I should mention this is when I was claimed by my mother.

It wasn't big and fancy, but Aphrodite claimed me as her daughter and ordered me to go to Camp Half-Blood in Manhattan. Granted, that wasn't too far from Massachusetts, where I lived, but I didn't want to go. However, I wanted to be seen as a good daughter, so I went. Now, I want to say I loved the camp, but that would be a lie. I absolutely hated Camp Half-Blood. I met my half-siblings, but instead of feeling welcome, I felt like an outcast. They treated me like scum because I didn't follow the family trend of "sit still, look pretty." Sure, I had the powers that all children of Aphrodite have, but I wasn't at all like my siblings. For one, I hate the color pink, I hate love in general. Frankly, it's useless and hindering in my opinion.

So eventually, I ditched camp and went to West Point, made some great friends there, and when I graduated I went to basic training at Fort Knox in Louisville, Kentucky. Basic training, frankly, was Hell on Earth. I don't think I did anything good enough to please my instructors, and every time I failed, my mom's words came back to my mind from when she first claimed me: "My dear, you're my daughter, which means you'll never amount to anything more but sitting still and looking pretty. The Army just isn't for someone like you." Those words, remembering them, just made something snap in me, so I just kept trying to excel, and excel I did. I became the top of my platoon by the end of training and proved my mother and siblings wrong about me, that I am worth something despite my differences to them.

I've been all over the world with the Army, and I've even been in active combat for a while. Right now, I'm stationed in Paris, which I think is mom's doing because it's the City of Love™. I don't mind, though, I like it here. Maybe I'll find love one day, but for right now, I'll continue to serve my country and make my dad proud of me.

"But Kallie," you ask. "What's the moral of this story?" The moral is that you can't let stereotypes stop you from following your passion and making your mark on the world. I didn't, so why should you be any different? You're your own person, keep it that way and, even if the odds are against you, always be yourself. You'll always amount to something, I promise.

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