intro, and a pretty tame day
I am twcblaze, no shite, right? As a recent enlistee of the US Navy, I've been finding a few things hard to adjust to, particularly the fact that everyone around me is an uptight jackass. I know, I know, "you joined the military, what do you expect?" well, let's just say "not this."
I'm the kind of person that enjoys nothing better than chilling.... nobody here agrees. When we march to school, and we come to a part in the cadence where we're supposed to scream "HO" back at the cadence caller, I preemptively shout "THUNDERCATS" or mutter "your girlfriend's a" just for the hell of it. It hasn't gotten me yelled at yet, and until it does, I personally don't feel like stopping.
now let's go over a typical day here at A school:
wake up at 5:45
go to morning muster (gather together) at 6:30
march to school at 6:45
get to school at 7:05 but sit and do nada til 8
be bored until 10:30, then go to lunch
muster again at 12:15, march back to school
be bored til (screw military time) 3:50, march back to the barracks
go on liberty for the rest of the day.
yeah, not so bad... but in that timeframe there's a whole lotta bs. not to mention I neglected to mention PT days, I'll bitch about them later, this is a tuesday damnit.
so here's how today went, feel free to stop reading whenever btw, far be it from me to hold you from whatever important internet task desperately requires your attention
woke up at 5:50, got dressed by 6 and propped open my door with a chair so I could start cleaning while the chief or whoever was on duty today walked around and yelled at people for not cleaning, off to muster at 7:10, get to listen to another stirring motivational speech by IS1 Smith part of which contained "Yall need to maintain yall's military bearing! That means keeping yall's hands outta yall's pockets! Look, I'm cold, my hands aren't in MY pockets! The next person I catch with their hands in their pockets will write a 2,000 word essay on military bearing AND will brief it at Friday's GMT!" (GMT is General Military Training, it's a bullshit waste of time where we [A schoolers] get bitched at by chiefs and get told not to do anything retarded over the weekend.)
while I really wanted to say "yeah fuckin right."... I restrained myself. this kind of crap happens every morning, and I'd really like to avoid getting written up for insubordination or something stupid like that. So... as we march to school, I'm reflecting on the ironic fact that, while it's now my job to defend freedom of speech and... well everything else, I have none of that myself.
finally get to school, I actually have a pretty good day, just chilling with a friend of mine who I've known for about a year now, he and I knew each other back in california before we went to boot camp... lunch comes and goes, everything's cool.
end of the day comes and sure enough, something to bring me down decides to pop up as well. My class has already been marked for assassination by the higher ups because a few people were caught "cheating" but we still have good ol' Seaman McKiney, the kind of individual who can say anything he wants to you, but you better treat him with respect or he'll get sand in his vagina.
well, McKiney's shooting the shit with another guy in my class over by my seat, and my class leader tells him to sit down, MK tells the class leader to blow himself, and gets himself sent to get bitched at by the chief on duty today... making my entire class look like it not only likes to cut corners, but now it's developed a problem with authority.. way to go douchebag.
but that's the great thing about the military, if someone screws up, everyone they're associated with suffers... thus making the prospect of being a complete and total loner kinda appealing... but anyway, I've gotta go to mando study, in other words, sit down for 2 hours and do absolutely nothing, cya people, just remember that today didn't suck too bad, you'll hear about lots worse in the near future, I gurantee it
I'm the kind of person that enjoys nothing better than chilling.... nobody here agrees. When we march to school, and we come to a part in the cadence where we're supposed to scream "HO" back at the cadence caller, I preemptively shout "THUNDERCATS" or mutter "your girlfriend's a" just for the hell of it. It hasn't gotten me yelled at yet, and until it does, I personally don't feel like stopping.
now let's go over a typical day here at A school:
wake up at 5:45
go to morning muster (gather together) at 6:30
march to school at 6:45
get to school at 7:05 but sit and do nada til 8
be bored until 10:30, then go to lunch
muster again at 12:15, march back to school
be bored til (screw military time) 3:50, march back to the barracks
go on liberty for the rest of the day.
yeah, not so bad... but in that timeframe there's a whole lotta bs. not to mention I neglected to mention PT days, I'll bitch about them later, this is a tuesday damnit.
so here's how today went, feel free to stop reading whenever btw, far be it from me to hold you from whatever important internet task desperately requires your attention
woke up at 5:50, got dressed by 6 and propped open my door with a chair so I could start cleaning while the chief or whoever was on duty today walked around and yelled at people for not cleaning, off to muster at 7:10, get to listen to another stirring motivational speech by IS1 Smith part of which contained "Yall need to maintain yall's military bearing! That means keeping yall's hands outta yall's pockets! Look, I'm cold, my hands aren't in MY pockets! The next person I catch with their hands in their pockets will write a 2,000 word essay on military bearing AND will brief it at Friday's GMT!" (GMT is General Military Training, it's a bullshit waste of time where we [A schoolers] get bitched at by chiefs and get told not to do anything retarded over the weekend.)
while I really wanted to say "yeah fuckin right."... I restrained myself. this kind of crap happens every morning, and I'd really like to avoid getting written up for insubordination or something stupid like that. So... as we march to school, I'm reflecting on the ironic fact that, while it's now my job to defend freedom of speech and... well everything else, I have none of that myself.
finally get to school, I actually have a pretty good day, just chilling with a friend of mine who I've known for about a year now, he and I knew each other back in california before we went to boot camp... lunch comes and goes, everything's cool.
end of the day comes and sure enough, something to bring me down decides to pop up as well. My class has already been marked for assassination by the higher ups because a few people were caught "cheating" but we still have good ol' Seaman McKiney, the kind of individual who can say anything he wants to you, but you better treat him with respect or he'll get sand in his vagina.
well, McKiney's shooting the shit with another guy in my class over by my seat, and my class leader tells him to sit down, MK tells the class leader to blow himself, and gets himself sent to get bitched at by the chief on duty today... making my entire class look like it not only likes to cut corners, but now it's developed a problem with authority.. way to go douchebag.
but that's the great thing about the military, if someone screws up, everyone they're associated with suffers... thus making the prospect of being a complete and total loner kinda appealing... but anyway, I've gotta go to mando study, in other words, sit down for 2 hours and do absolutely nothing, cya people, just remember that today didn't suck too bad, you'll hear about lots worse in the near future, I gurantee it