Words of Wisdom (X)XXIV
"So I can crush young dreams weeth ze weight of reality."
C'est la Vie
Three entire days of preteen brats and bitchy officers is finally over. My brain requires a tune-up. We lost the competition, but my kids had fun. It is disturbing that I have begun thinking of them as my "kids" now. Not in the pack mother sort of way, but the gruff, protective father sort of way. There was an officer there who had the nasty habit of getting touchy feely with some of the girls, and while it primarily annoyed me, it pissed the hell out of me when I saw him in a tickle match with one of my cadets. I ordered them both to stop even though he outranked me. Damn I'm bitchin.
Anyone in the military is subject to laws more strict and tough than the regular judicial system. I'm not certain what a civilian charged with four cases of sexual harassment would be, but an officer of the royal Canadian navy would get the metaphorical shit kicked out of him. Hoorah!
I don't know how I survived since I spent both nights keeping two hours watches each. Plus, I had Sublieutenant Snorlax dozing away a few feet from me both nights. That added up to about four hours of sleep the first night and five the second. This may not sound so bad, but we did wake up at six every morning and I was rather wasted from my trip to the pool.
Which leads me to my next topic: cadets make excellent projectiles! When you pick them up underwater, you can toss them quite high and far. And they keep coming back so you don't have to chase them around! My kids kept on trying to dunk all the male officers, starting with me. I used ninja skills on them (like tossing them over my shoulder whenever they grabbed me from behind) so they could never gang up on me, but it was humorous seeing the other officers covered in brats.
That about sums it up. We may have lost, but now I know what is actually necessary, and we are totally gonna kick ass next year.
C'est la Vie
Three entire days of preteen brats and bitchy officers is finally over. My brain requires a tune-up. We lost the competition, but my kids had fun. It is disturbing that I have begun thinking of them as my "kids" now. Not in the pack mother sort of way, but the gruff, protective father sort of way. There was an officer there who had the nasty habit of getting touchy feely with some of the girls, and while it primarily annoyed me, it pissed the hell out of me when I saw him in a tickle match with one of my cadets. I ordered them both to stop even though he outranked me. Damn I'm bitchin.
Anyone in the military is subject to laws more strict and tough than the regular judicial system. I'm not certain what a civilian charged with four cases of sexual harassment would be, but an officer of the royal Canadian navy would get the metaphorical shit kicked out of him. Hoorah!
I don't know how I survived since I spent both nights keeping two hours watches each. Plus, I had Sublieutenant Snorlax dozing away a few feet from me both nights. That added up to about four hours of sleep the first night and five the second. This may not sound so bad, but we did wake up at six every morning and I was rather wasted from my trip to the pool.
Which leads me to my next topic: cadets make excellent projectiles! When you pick them up underwater, you can toss them quite high and far. And they keep coming back so you don't have to chase them around! My kids kept on trying to dunk all the male officers, starting with me. I used ninja skills on them (like tossing them over my shoulder whenever they grabbed me from behind) so they could never gang up on me, but it was humorous seeing the other officers covered in brats.
That about sums it up. We may have lost, but now I know what is actually necessary, and we are totally gonna kick ass next year.