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An Update of my Life! *Whooooosh!* |
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Well, hey, I'm here to tell you about how ever since I joined the military, my life has sucked.. for the most part. There are those certain individuals that seem to keep me happy, no matter how little we talk.
S'ok, June 21st, I was sent to Fort Jackson, SC for basic combat training. WRONG! I was placed in a reception battalion for two and a half fecking weeks. What I did there was sit around with my thumb in my bum getting issued ACUs and the rest of my clothes. So, once we get to BCT and I'm not like fifteen pounds heavier. >>; I basically learned over ten weeks how to be a somewhat proficient infantryman. We learned how to shoot our M-16s, kill people with knives, basic medical training, land navigation and squad movements and tactics. Every night I slept in a bay with like fifty-nine other males, so it was a sausage fest every night.. every freaking night. I thought women who were in the same proximity for too long nagged, ******** that. MALES b***h ABOUT EVERYTHING! So, I struggled through basic, barely passing my PT test. I passed it by like six points. Needed a 150 points to pass, and I passed with like a 156.
Okay, now I go to AIT hoping it gets better. WRONG! I went back into yet ANOTHER reception battalion. >>; But this was better then before because all we did was details during the day and got like six hours of free time.. with our electronics. So I got to talk it up on my cell phone all the freaking time, it rocked. Got to get back in touch with all my friends here on Gaia and my mood improved dramatically in like five minutes, mainly because of one person. She knows who she is. :3
So, after fifteen days of that bullcrap, I finally got into my training company, the Alpha Gators. Let me say this much, our phase shirts are ******** ugly, I'll get a picture up eventually of it. So, for the first seven weeks we studied on how to become an EMT-B, that an emergency medical technician basic, meaning I can do the stupidest of things to make you feel better, and I can deliver babies.. who would of thought. But everyday here is hell because they seem to feel that we shouldn't get time to study (not like I do anyways), or time to ourselves. Instead we need to improve our PT and whatnot. Let me say this much, when I took my first PT test here, I scored a freaking 229, correct me if I'm wrong but that's a seventy point improvement from my scores like a month and a half prior. Yeah, PT can kiss my a**. So far, I'm up to a 240 and maintaining, and yet I can shed a pound a fat. I guess at basic it was easy, but here it's a b***h no matter how much work I do. So now I'm about to get a gym membership and workout, this way I can at least tone up my body s'more.
Now I've moved on to the second phase of my training and it's going to be downhill from here. I'll graduate in February with a two week break for Christmas right in between. <3 But last weekend was our first four day weekend and that just sucked all around because that was way too much free time for me, I barely know what to do with two days of weekend time, but four days?! What was I to do besides lie in my bunk and sleep all weekend. Hooah!
Look for more updates that don't involve me bitching about how my life sucks and how I'm currently going emo because of it. D: Kidding, I'd kill myself if I was an emo b***h. ((: Much love.
Supine · Wed Nov 14, 2007 @ 02:27am · 1 Comments |
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