Life As I Know It....Or So I Thought.
I may not be strong and fit!
But I'm gunna make it sure as shit!
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Oh my, it’s time to update and I’ll do that tonight! So keep an eye out!
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Hell is where the heart is..
Ever since I first set foot on The Academy, I felt— no, I knew—that this was going to be my new home. Granted, it was going to be anything but welcoming for the first year. However, having been a military dependent since I was in my mother’s womb, I know how to adapt to being fresh meat on the block. I already know all the insults by heart and I understand it takes time to prove one’s worth. I am more than willing to push through everything that is thrown at me, and if I can’t push through then I will get as far as humanly possible to doing so.
They say that the place is Hell. In fact it was common to hear that it was a ‘helluva’ place to be from, but it was Hell up until the point you leave. However as I’m thinking about it now, it crosses my mind that it would be Hell if I wasn’t at The Academy. But it’s not like I know what not attending would feel like. Oh wait…I do. I was ready.. I was willing! But now all I can say is that I’m stuck looking for jobs and setting up courses at the local community college, having to wait one more year before I can join the ranks at The Academy. At least I’ll get instate tuition at this rate. (The community college is about 4 hours away from The Academy.)
How did this happen?
Well you’re not the only one who would like to know.. Ok..let me start off by saying I haven’t even told close friends of mine. The only people that know the whole story are those who I went to the summer program with and my family. I put it on here because, like I said, this blog is going to keep me sane for this time period. My friends I made during my short time at The Academy are as close as family to me and they said that this is just another phase of the freshman year for me, one that no one else has to go through. So that means, this blog is still—for lack of a better term—in effect.
Towards the end of my stay at The Academy this summer, I got a call from my mother saying that my Grandma flaked on co-signing my loan. Maybe I should a different word…flaked seems a bit harsh. But that’s all that is coming to mind. No matter how much I want to sugar coat it, it screwed me over. Without that loan, I wouldn’t be able to attend The Academy. I was torn up but I got my ass moving with the help of my future roommate and her pa. After two weeks the problem was solved and I was back on my feet. I had just adverted a crisis and it was stressing. (By this time I was already back from the summer program.) So everything went back to normal and I continued getting ready to go back home to The Academy. But sure enough the rug got pulled out from under me again. A week before I was supposed to fly out, I get a call from the student accounting office.
“Ma’am, are you aware you still owe around nine thousand dollars by the 20th?”
You can imagine my reaction. I was flipping the fuck out. When I heard that it was due to a mistake made by the people who were the middle men between the school and my bank account, I didn’t know whether to cry and just give up or fight till the end. I felt a mix between bewilderment and despair at what was happening to me. There was no way I could come up with that kind of money with only a week to work with. I found out what I needed to do and I did it. I sent out a letter to the various offices of The Academy saying that I wouldn’t be able to make it this year, but I fully intend on applying next year.
So here I am, about to call the family I’m going to rent a room from so I can arrange my stay. I’m also going to get a job and start taking courses at their local community college. Oh, and this is a family of a friend I met at the summer program. They’re really nice and have a great deal set up for me. Though I can’t help but feel depressed about this whole situation. I’m sending out job applications when my brothers are going through Hell. Well…to each man his/her own Hell. I’d do anything to leave mine behind and join them in theirs.
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Pre-Hell Day Blog #5
Only so many days left. I’m eagerly awaiting my first day in Hell! I’ve been having some really motivating dreams lately. I wake up ready for action and in my current case that’s some rigorous PT. I’ve already improved on my sit-ups, pushups, and run time. I finally made up my mind and I know now that I’m going to go Army. I was originally planning on Air Force, but I met with the recruiter and was not impressed. I don’t want to get stuck behind a desk pushing papers. If I went Air Force I would have a very small chance of starting off in my ideal job. As the recruiter said, “They’ll take your choice of wanting to be a pilot into consideration, but…we have a lot of other jobs available.” So, why Army? They will pay all my school loans if I commission for only 2 years of active duty. Plus, I like the possibility of being able to fly an Osprey! Well, my body is telling me it’s time to hit the hay and I should probably listen to it! Until next time!
T.K.
