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So I completed week 1 of the Pararescue workout; i'm sore, tired, but I feel great! I could do it! 9 more weeks and I should be in pretty good shape
You know I really really want to be a pilot; but then again I can't stop thinking about becoming a Combat Rescue Officer...so I have a year to decide, i'll wait till then.
I came back to USAFA from spring break last Sunday. I was supposed to leave on a 11am flight out of Albany, NY. However I didin't leave till 3? Weather, hardly, mechanical trouble, not quite........a missing flight attendent!?!?! sure enough. Thanks to the old broad deciding to sleep in, I got into chicago 2 hours after my flight to Denver was supposed to leave. Sure enough, every flight after that was booked so guess what-- I was going to spend the night at lovely chicago o'hare airport. I was supposed to be back at USAFA at 7 that night, instead I was getting a hands on tour of the busiest airport in the world, watching weird old people walk by, people who spoke languages I have no clue what they are, and lots of starbucks! Tight
Anyways I finally got on a 6am flight the next morning, so I got 2 hours of sleep. The upside? They put me in first class!!! best flight ive ever had. A nice firstie from my squad brought me back to USAFA at like 11 am. I was dead tired....but oh dear,, the week of hell, 6 weeks of hell leading to finals had JUST begun.
Withing enough time, I got back into the groove of things, got my ass up and started my CRO workout, and u know what I feel great!!
Unfortunately I realized I really don't have a life. Here I am on a Friday night, updating live journal. Anyways, there arent any girls in the radar now. Im flying clear skies at night, its nice, but I wish something would show up in red. We'll see............We'll.......see.....about ..........everything........to ..see
You know I really really want to be a pilot; but then again I can't stop thinking about becoming a Combat Rescue Officer...so I have a year to decide, i'll wait till then.
I came back to USAFA from spring break last Sunday. I was supposed to leave on a 11am flight out of Albany, NY. However I didin't leave till 3? Weather, hardly, mechanical trouble, not quite........a missing flight attendent!?!?! sure enough. Thanks to the old broad deciding to sleep in, I got into chicago 2 hours after my flight to Denver was supposed to leave. Sure enough, every flight after that was booked so guess what-- I was going to spend the night at lovely chicago o'hare airport. I was supposed to be back at USAFA at 7 that night, instead I was getting a hands on tour of the busiest airport in the world, watching weird old people walk by, people who spoke languages I have no clue what they are, and lots of starbucks! Tight
Anyways I finally got on a 6am flight the next morning, so I got 2 hours of sleep. The upside? They put me in first class!!! best flight ive ever had. A nice firstie from my squad brought me back to USAFA at like 11 am. I was dead tired....but oh dear,, the week of hell, 6 weeks of hell leading to finals had JUST begun.
Withing enough time, I got back into the groove of things, got my ass up and started my CRO workout, and u know what I feel great!!
Unfortunately I realized I really don't have a life. Here I am on a Friday night, updating live journal. Anyways, there arent any girls in the radar now. Im flying clear skies at night, its nice, but I wish something would show up in red. We'll see............We'll.......see.....about ..........everything........to ..see