Friday, Day 8, 12 August 2005
I passed the PT test! Not only did I pass everything to Army standards, I maxed out all the NMMI standards. I'm very excited now because I'm already at the level I need to be at and I'm only get to get better as my time here goes on. The whole time I was taking the test, I was thinking about you. I knew that the person who would be the most disappointed in me if I failed was you. That's how I know you love me: When I fail, it's like you fail with me.
Eversince I called you the other day, I've been wondering how things were going over there. You said you were working, but I didn't hear you when you said for who. Also, you said that you and Linda were going to come see me. Is Cassidy still around? Well, untill the 21 day restriction, we have to update each other through mail. I wish I could send this journal to you, but I kind of need it here with me because it's the best thing I have to keep track of the days. I'll try to send a summary of what I've been writing about just as soon as I get an envelope and some stamps.
Today, it seems like everytime I try to start a sentence, they call us down to a formation. Without furlouhs, this semester is going to suck. I mentioned before that this Army thing is alot like prison... In reality, it's harder! Not only are we locked up in outr cells all day, but we also have to attend classes and stay caught up on homework. Well, if it was going to be fun, I probably would have to pay to do it. That or do my time in Iraq first.
I've been thinking about A&M alot. I wonder if I hadn't decided to go here, if I could have gotten a scholarship there anyway. I guess I got a little over anxious to come here when I saw those dollar signs, and now I'm paying for it.
I can't wait untill I go to a real college with real freedom. Yes, I'll have bills to pay, a job to attend, and probably a full schedule of classes. But atleast I'll have to come home to and not the Corps. That's been my motivation for the last week & will probably continue to be for the rest of the semester. On the other hand, it's been giving something to worry about too. I'm a little jealous about you going to college station without me. I nervous about you going to those wild football games and getting hit on. I know how much you love white people. I think that as long as you're wearing my engagement ring, that problem should be remedied, but then again, it is guys and they are aggies. *sigh
I won't be able to see you on the weekends either!
I'm living with the bad decision I made all on my own, but in two years, I'll have a chance to start all over. I'm leaerning to deal with being patient because that's what the military has in store for me for the rest of my life.
Think of this when you're upset with me: Any boy friend can promise you a perfect future, I'm actually doing it. Two years really isn't long to wait anyway. We'll still be underclassmen in college. How long will our friends be waiting for their dreams to come true?
I guess it seems like I'm begging you not to give up on me. I am. Also, since you really can't read this right now, it reassurance for me. It helps to state all the good assets I have, when all that's showing is the bad.
The first football game was today. It was a scrimage against...us. so....we won!
Eversince I called you the other day, I've been wondering how things were going over there. You said you were working, but I didn't hear you when you said for who. Also, you said that you and Linda were going to come see me. Is Cassidy still around? Well, untill the 21 day restriction, we have to update each other through mail. I wish I could send this journal to you, but I kind of need it here with me because it's the best thing I have to keep track of the days. I'll try to send a summary of what I've been writing about just as soon as I get an envelope and some stamps.
Today, it seems like everytime I try to start a sentence, they call us down to a formation. Without furlouhs, this semester is going to suck. I mentioned before that this Army thing is alot like prison... In reality, it's harder! Not only are we locked up in outr cells all day, but we also have to attend classes and stay caught up on homework. Well, if it was going to be fun, I probably would have to pay to do it. That or do my time in Iraq first.
I've been thinking about A&M alot. I wonder if I hadn't decided to go here, if I could have gotten a scholarship there anyway. I guess I got a little over anxious to come here when I saw those dollar signs, and now I'm paying for it.
I can't wait untill I go to a real college with real freedom. Yes, I'll have bills to pay, a job to attend, and probably a full schedule of classes. But atleast I'll have to come home to and not the Corps. That's been my motivation for the last week & will probably continue to be for the rest of the semester. On the other hand, it's been giving something to worry about too. I'm a little jealous about you going to college station without me. I nervous about you going to those wild football games and getting hit on. I know how much you love white people. I think that as long as you're wearing my engagement ring, that problem should be remedied, but then again, it is guys and they are aggies. *sigh
I won't be able to see you on the weekends either!
I'm living with the bad decision I made all on my own, but in two years, I'll have a chance to start all over. I'm leaerning to deal with being patient because that's what the military has in store for me for the rest of my life.
Think of this when you're upset with me: Any boy friend can promise you a perfect future, I'm actually doing it. Two years really isn't long to wait anyway. We'll still be underclassmen in college. How long will our friends be waiting for their dreams to come true?
I guess it seems like I'm begging you not to give up on me. I am. Also, since you really can't read this right now, it reassurance for me. It helps to state all the good assets I have, when all that's showing is the bad.
The first football game was today. It was a scrimage against...us. so....we won!