So here’s the deal.
I’ve switched my major to English.
It’s possible at this point that I will minor in either biology or psychology.
As of December 4, 2009 I will no longer be affiliated with the U.S. Army. Time to get real.
(Looks like I’ll be needing a new title.) (more…)
I’m starting to get the idea that I’m not as independent as was once believed. I feel like everything is falling apart. I missed every class today due to lack of sleep last night. I don’t sleep. I was supposed to wake up at 6am but as soon as the alarm went off my subconscious decided it would be best to completely screw me over, just one more time. I’m worried this is going to become a pattern. (more…)
I’m sore.
I’ve never been in fantastic shape. Ever. Having never run more than a full mile (and not even that without stopping), the entire ROTC experience has been a pretty serious reality check. I’m starting to get the idea that this is all extremely real, and I’m loving it. Yesterday we ran two consecutive miles as fast as possible after pushup and sit up tests. To anyone in good shape reading this, I applaud you for thinking that these things are menial, but I’m getting there.
The day before we had lab, in which we learned some essentials. These included taking enemy prisoners of war, searching the dead for intelligence, and destroying caches in under seven minutes (the alotted time before shelling commences). We also learned battle and patrol formations, arm and hand signals, and after-action reports.
More later!
It’s five in the morning and I am awake.
If anyone I considered close to me were ever to hear that Michael Wwas not only concious before noon, but voluntarily sprinting his second mile in a formation, I would imagine their reactions would range anywhere from hefty laughter to violent protests. However, I assure you that the remainder of this essay, as well as the blogs that follow, are both honest and accurate. (more…)
