May I please present Miss Emily Sauter...

Today I bought a gown for the first time in four years. It was an odd feeling being in that dressing room again but there's something about trying on that gown...the one that you will wear that over 1000 people will see. It's yours...
Something about today was agonizing. Pharmacy work went slower than usual and was less exciting. It was a long five hours before I finally got home and into the car to the palisades mall to go dress hunting. You're all probably wondering why I, Emily Sauter...would need a ball gown. Well, on February 1st...I, Emily Sauter...will attend my first West Point ball.
I don't know how I feel about it. I want to be excited...but then I think about the beautiful women, the important people...it just seems so overwhelming for one insignificant girl to take in. How with the dean of West Point take my eyebrow ring? Will I get to waltz? Will the MP yell at me because of my emissions sticker? I still hate the place with a passion, but how beautiful will it all be when the general shakes my hand and assumes nothing about my actions...I am scared because as everyone knows, I am not a lady. But my dress, oh that could make anyone into a woman...hopefully it'll do something for me too.
Could the ugly duckling be the belle of the ball? With senators, heads of state, generals all dancing near me...what will become of me?
It's all just a matter of time before I venture into the world of military royalty.