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So basically, everyone I know who did Morale last year also got it this year. Awesome. I must really suck at life.
I talked to my Rules and Regs captain today, and he says there was nothing written on my application about why they passed me over to R&R, so he doesn't know what happened. But, he seems really cool, and he told me he would make me some kind of security captain thingy because I'm one of the only seniors on his team. So that's cool, I guess.
Except not, because I don't want to be on motherfucking Rules and Regs. I can't tell people what to do. I don't want to tell people what to do. I want to wear stupid clothes and decorate rooms and line dance and do art projects and have dancers and even rub feet, honestly. Rules and Regs is the complete antithesis of Morale. Moralers make people happy, Rules and Regs pisses people off. I know I'm being a baby about it, but god, all I want to do right now is roll around on the floor and throw a temper tantrum. Not fair not fair not fair. All day the only thing I've felt like doing is crying. Every time I think about it, I tear up. This really fucking sucks.
Oh well, we have our first meeting on Tuesday, so I guess I'll have to see how it goes. Maybe it will be fun. I'm just gonna have to make the best of it.
I talked to my Rules and Regs captain today, and he says there was nothing written on my application about why they passed me over to R&R, so he doesn't know what happened. But, he seems really cool, and he told me he would make me some kind of security captain thingy because I'm one of the only seniors on his team. So that's cool, I guess.
Except not, because I don't want to be on motherfucking Rules and Regs. I can't tell people what to do. I don't want to tell people what to do. I want to wear stupid clothes and decorate rooms and line dance and do art projects and have dancers and even rub feet, honestly. Rules and Regs is the complete antithesis of Morale. Moralers make people happy, Rules and Regs pisses people off. I know I'm being a baby about it, but god, all I want to do right now is roll around on the floor and throw a temper tantrum. Not fair not fair not fair. All day the only thing I've felt like doing is crying. Every time I think about it, I tear up. This really fucking sucks.
Oh well, we have our first meeting on Tuesday, so I guess I'll have to see how it goes. Maybe it will be fun. I'm just gonna have to make the best of it.