pissed at Army BS
My Experience as a victim of the Army BS has been a little limited considering I'm a cadet -- and ur main enemy as a cadet is other dumb cadets -- and in the National Guard. For christssake it's the guard, so the demands on your time arent that bad since you're only a weekend warrior.
But as I sit here in Wonju, Korea ... having spent a wonderful weekend with my sweet Jon (btw, pics coming soon, I swear) I was looking forward to a week of almost sheer nothingness. I mean, Jon can't go on their little FTX/Field problem because he's clearing, and is so close to gettin outa here that he's not allowed to touch any of the equipment. For a week, his detail is gone, therefore, he'd just be in his room doing nothing - he's cleared it up the chain of command, like the good PFC that he is. All the way to the captain, I believe. Then in the never ending world of Frag-O's, his 1SG who had told him that he is to stay behind in the barracks as the rest of them go off and do their thing ... changed his mind, anad 13 minutes before he had to be at work, Jon was informed that he had to go get his stuff together, and get ready to head out.
WTF? Honestly, his 1SG had sanctioned his absence from the field problem and I'm sure said something along the lines of "take care of hte little lady" or something along those lines --- the Little Lady being ME, the chick flying from the USA to visit him. COME ON. WTF? I hate flighty leaders- they can never make up their mind, and the person having to change his week's schedule around isnt him - it's the little bum private that has to tag a long on a field problem where he can't touch the equipment cos he's too close to clearing and leaving country, and his replacement is there already - so he's gonna bum around and do nothing. Greeeeeeeeeat decision.
Granted, I have enough food, and all this jazz that I can be happily occupied until he gets back - I have 3 books I can read, a journal to write in, and a stash of DVD's provided by Jon's Squad Leader to amuse me for days... but I'd much rather spend it with my darling.
Right now, I'm just trying to keep Jon calm enough to not hit his 1SG --- or anyone else for that matter.
But as I sit here in Wonju, Korea ... having spent a wonderful weekend with my sweet Jon (btw, pics coming soon, I swear) I was looking forward to a week of almost sheer nothingness. I mean, Jon can't go on their little FTX/Field problem because he's clearing, and is so close to gettin outa here that he's not allowed to touch any of the equipment. For a week, his detail is gone, therefore, he'd just be in his room doing nothing - he's cleared it up the chain of command, like the good PFC that he is. All the way to the captain, I believe. Then in the never ending world of Frag-O's, his 1SG who had told him that he is to stay behind in the barracks as the rest of them go off and do their thing ... changed his mind, anad 13 minutes before he had to be at work, Jon was informed that he had to go get his stuff together, and get ready to head out.
WTF? Honestly, his 1SG had sanctioned his absence from the field problem and I'm sure said something along the lines of "take care of hte little lady" or something along those lines --- the Little Lady being ME, the chick flying from the USA to visit him. COME ON. WTF? I hate flighty leaders- they can never make up their mind, and the person having to change his week's schedule around isnt him - it's the little bum private that has to tag a long on a field problem where he can't touch the equipment cos he's too close to clearing and leaving country, and his replacement is there already - so he's gonna bum around and do nothing. Greeeeeeeeeat decision.
Granted, I have enough food, and all this jazz that I can be happily occupied until he gets back - I have 3 books I can read, a journal to write in, and a stash of DVD's provided by Jon's Squad Leader to amuse me for days... but I'd much rather spend it with my darling.
Right now, I'm just trying to keep Jon calm enough to not hit his 1SG --- or anyone else for that matter.
appointment with love
This is my favorite story.... some of you who had AP English with Mrs Waggoner will know this pretty well.
Six minutes to six, said the clock over the information booth in New York's Grand Central Station. The tall young Army officer lifted his sunburned face and narrowed his eyes to note the exact time. His heart was pounding with a beat that choked him. In six minutes he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 18 months,the woman he had never seen yet whose words had sustained him unfailingly.
Lt. Blandford remembered one day in particular, the worst of the fighting, when his plane had been caught in the midst of a pack of enemy planes. In one of those letters, he had confessed to her that often he felt fear, and only a few days before this battle, he had received her answer: "Of course you fear...all brave men do." Next time you doubt yourself, I want you to hear my voice reciting to you: 'Yeah, though I walk through the valley of Death, I shall fear no evil, for thou art with me.'.... He had remembered that and it renewed his strength.
He was going to hear her voice now. Four minutes to six. A girl passed closer to him, and Lt.Blandford started. She was wearing a flower, but it wasnot the little red rose they had agreed upon. Besides, this girl was only about 18, and Hollis Maynel had told him she was 30. "What of it?" he had answered, "I'm 32." He was 29. His mind went back to that book he had read in the training camp. "Of Human Bondage" it was and throughout the book were notes in a woman's handwriting. He had never believed that a woman could see into a man's heart so tenderly, so understandingly. Her name was on the bookplate: Hollis Maynell. He got a hold of a New York City telephone book and found her address. He had written , she had answered. Next day he had been shipped out, but they had gone on writing.
For thirteen months she had faithfully replied. When his letters did not arrive, she wrote anyway, and now he believed he loved her, and she loved him. But she had refused all his pleas to send him her photograph. She had explained: "If your feeling for me had no reality, what I look like won't matter. Suppose I am beautiful. I'd always be haunted that you had been taking a chance on just that, and that kind of love would disgust me. Suppose that I'm plain, (and you must admit that this is more likely), then I'd always fear that you were only going on writing because you were lonely and had no one else. No, don't ask for my picture. When you come to New York, you shall see me and then you shall make your own decision."
One minute to six... He flipped the pages of the book he held. Then Lt. Blandford's heart lept. A young woman was coming toward him. Her figure was long and slim; her blond hair lay back in curls from delicate ears. Her eyes were blue as flowers, her lips and chin had a gentle firmness. In her pale-green suit, she was like springtime come alive. He started toward her, forgetting to notice that she was wearing no rose, and as he moved, a small, provacative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, soldier?" she murmured.
He made one step closer to her. Then he saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl, a woman well past 40, her graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump. Her thick-ankled feet were thrust into low-heeled shoes. But she wore a red rose on her crumpled coat. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. Blandford felt as though he were being split in two, so keen was his desire to follow the girl, yet so deep was his longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned and upheld his own, and there she stood.
He could see her pale face was gentle and sensible; her gray eyes had a warm twinkle. Lt. Blandford did not hesitate. His fingers gripped the worn copy of "Of Human Bondage" which was to identify him to her. This would not be love, but it would be something special, a friendship for which he had been and must be ever grateful... He squared his shoulders, saluted, and held the book out toward the woman, although even while he spoke he felt the bitterness of his disappointment.
"I'm Lt. Blandford, and you're Miss Maynell. I'm so glad you could meet me. "May, may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened in a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is all about, son," she answered. "That young lady in the greensuit, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said that if you asked me to go out with you, I should tell you she's waiting for you in that restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test."
- S.I. Kishor
Six minutes to six, said the clock over the information booth in New York's Grand Central Station. The tall young Army officer lifted his sunburned face and narrowed his eyes to note the exact time. His heart was pounding with a beat that choked him. In six minutes he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 18 months,the woman he had never seen yet whose words had sustained him unfailingly.
Lt. Blandford remembered one day in particular, the worst of the fighting, when his plane had been caught in the midst of a pack of enemy planes. In one of those letters, he had confessed to her that often he felt fear, and only a few days before this battle, he had received her answer: "Of course you fear...all brave men do." Next time you doubt yourself, I want you to hear my voice reciting to you: 'Yeah, though I walk through the valley of Death, I shall fear no evil, for thou art with me.'.... He had remembered that and it renewed his strength.
He was going to hear her voice now. Four minutes to six. A girl passed closer to him, and Lt.Blandford started. She was wearing a flower, but it wasnot the little red rose they had agreed upon. Besides, this girl was only about 18, and Hollis Maynel had told him she was 30. "What of it?" he had answered, "I'm 32." He was 29. His mind went back to that book he had read in the training camp. "Of Human Bondage" it was and throughout the book were notes in a woman's handwriting. He had never believed that a woman could see into a man's heart so tenderly, so understandingly. Her name was on the bookplate: Hollis Maynell. He got a hold of a New York City telephone book and found her address. He had written , she had answered. Next day he had been shipped out, but they had gone on writing.
For thirteen months she had faithfully replied. When his letters did not arrive, she wrote anyway, and now he believed he loved her, and she loved him. But she had refused all his pleas to send him her photograph. She had explained: "If your feeling for me had no reality, what I look like won't matter. Suppose I am beautiful. I'd always be haunted that you had been taking a chance on just that, and that kind of love would disgust me. Suppose that I'm plain, (and you must admit that this is more likely), then I'd always fear that you were only going on writing because you were lonely and had no one else. No, don't ask for my picture. When you come to New York, you shall see me and then you shall make your own decision."
One minute to six... He flipped the pages of the book he held. Then Lt. Blandford's heart lept. A young woman was coming toward him. Her figure was long and slim; her blond hair lay back in curls from delicate ears. Her eyes were blue as flowers, her lips and chin had a gentle firmness. In her pale-green suit, she was like springtime come alive. He started toward her, forgetting to notice that she was wearing no rose, and as he moved, a small, provacative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, soldier?" she murmured.
He made one step closer to her. Then he saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl, a woman well past 40, her graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump. Her thick-ankled feet were thrust into low-heeled shoes. But she wore a red rose on her crumpled coat. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. Blandford felt as though he were being split in two, so keen was his desire to follow the girl, yet so deep was his longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned and upheld his own, and there she stood.
He could see her pale face was gentle and sensible; her gray eyes had a warm twinkle. Lt. Blandford did not hesitate. His fingers gripped the worn copy of "Of Human Bondage" which was to identify him to her. This would not be love, but it would be something special, a friendship for which he had been and must be ever grateful... He squared his shoulders, saluted, and held the book out toward the woman, although even while he spoke he felt the bitterness of his disappointment.
"I'm Lt. Blandford, and you're Miss Maynell. I'm so glad you could meet me. "May, may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened in a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is all about, son," she answered. "That young lady in the greensuit, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said that if you asked me to go out with you, I should tell you she's waiting for you in that restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test."
- S.I. Kishor
Annual Training
Annual Training is coming to a close, and my Korean Honeymoon is about to begin. The Transition is night and day - Hell then heaven.... the longer I stay in RosHELL, the more they tantalize me with the prospect of seeing my sweetheart. It's been too long.
It's the relaxation I need before returning to hell again - and by that I mean LDAC.
I might be incommunicado for the next two weeks. I can't wait to be with him. Email's the only way to reach me by the way... cell doesnt work out of country.
It's the relaxation I need before returning to hell again - and by that I mean LDAC.
I might be incommunicado for the next two weeks. I can't wait to be with him. Email's the only way to reach me by the way... cell doesnt work out of country.
Rain
It rained today. I'm sore...
I'm also a really bad student in that I hate OPORDer classes that go from 0900 until 1500. Then PT until 1700. Who does that? honestly?
I'm tired.
But it rained today. Only a passing storm and a little bit of thunder. It was nice. I like how the desert smells during the rain, and how it gets a little darker, and the wind blows just right. It gets cold, but even the chill is kinda nice.
Just me. In California, it only rains around November, right through Christmas, and New Years. I associate the rain with that time of year. It was always my favorite. I wish there was someone here that I could enjoy it with.
I'm also a really bad student in that I hate OPORDer classes that go from 0900 until 1500. Then PT until 1700. Who does that? honestly?
I'm tired.
But it rained today. Only a passing storm and a little bit of thunder. It was nice. I like how the desert smells during the rain, and how it gets a little darker, and the wind blows just right. It gets cold, but even the chill is kinda nice.
Just me. In California, it only rains around November, right through Christmas, and New Years. I associate the rain with that time of year. It was always my favorite. I wish there was someone here that I could enjoy it with.
Roughest Assignment
The hardest assignment:
Recently sworn in Lieutenant N. got his first assignment from the Arizona National Guard... a unit he hasnt even reported into yet. His CO gave him a call and told him three soldiers had died. The PSG called one of their parents and told them of the tragedy. The other two - was his job.
His first assignment as an LT is to call the parents of soldiers he had never met, who were in a country he had never been to, from a unit he hasnt reported to yet to inform them of a tragedy.
Makes my life seem a little easier by comparison.
Recently sworn in Lieutenant N. got his first assignment from the Arizona National Guard... a unit he hasnt even reported into yet. His CO gave him a call and told him three soldiers had died. The PSG called one of their parents and told them of the tragedy. The other two - was his job.
His first assignment as an LT is to call the parents of soldiers he had never met, who were in a country he had never been to, from a unit he hasnt reported to yet to inform them of a tragedy.
Makes my life seem a little easier by comparison.
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Ah me, it is that time of year again - the time of sunshine,fun, summer love, and laughter. Remember running through the fields... maybe it was a street? and just enjoying your youth, your time moff, your hard earned vacation. I remember almost being anxious to go back to schoo just to have something to do, as opposed to scrounging for amusement.
Now... imagine this; you signed that feeling away.
Welcome to my life.
To make life better, for my Annual Training with the U.S. Army I have been roomed with a rather... special... person, shall I say? She's what some people would call a "barracks bunny". For you military types - picture this; the woman who believes herself to be the golden girl, has a reputation for promiscuity, and who's keen advantage has been the fact that with Army goggles/barracks goggles/NMMI goggles etc. she suddenly becomes attractive. Granted, she's more attractive than the males the guysare shakin' up with, but that doesnt say much.
welcome to my life.
I'm going to put up though, and be nice to the girl. I just need to get through A.T. (annual Training) and then get my happy ass up to Korea so I can spend two wonderful weeks with Jon. Maybe these two horrid weeks will be cancelled out with my two lovely weeks with Jon.
A lot of things have not been going well for me lately - maybe I'll start at the very begining?
Let's see...
Graduation, and moving out, I ended up giving the cold shoulder to my best friend at NMMI - for hte purposes of this Journal, his name is Quaker. He and his friend, Loco, had come with me to a bookstore, and he'd seen me sit in front of the classics and start reading this book - Don Quixote by Cervantes - and browse through the journals section... I have an obsession wiht Journals, and kept one since i was 11 or so. My writing in them is less consistent now, but it still has it's uses.
Anyway, Quaker helped me, and stored my fridge and microwave in his storage unit, and he bought me a parting gift- a book and a journal (btw, good on him, the journal he picked out was a blackand white photo of a white rose, and thep picture was tinted a brown-ish to make it look old... very nice... I think that was Mary-caliber as far as picking out gifts for me go :-) ). I gave him the cold shoulder for a couple reasons - I dont take the end of the year well at all. It's an emotional time, and I'm not good with that. I feel kinda bad about that.
That morning, Swick came into my room for the last time (he has his own key to my room) and woke me and my roommate up so we would get to formation on time... I whimpered "I dont wanna" and buried my face deeper into my blanket and pillow for the last time, and he stood over me, rubbing my shoulders until I was finally ready to relinquish and arise from slumber.
For the last time, my roommate and I groggily got out of bed, s howered, and followed our daily routine. For the last time, Swick came back into our room to make sure we were ready, uniformed, and everything. For the last time, he came over to me, start tickling me, as I curled into the fetal position in my chair.
For the last time, Swick - the ugy who has been an MS-III with me since the begining - helped me carry my stuff,clean my room, and made sure I had lunch.
:-(. So it's a trying time for me.
I also said goodbye to my friends.
Well, that night, I went to a movie where the g uy I was with tried to put his arm around me. That was all that happened, really, but it was still a little unnerving, since I did spend the ride to the movie talking about Jon.
A little disconcerted I slept in the Nmmi barracks that night in an empty Box (the square barracks) that 1) had no noisy cadets 2) had no slamming doors and 3) had no movement or activity at all. It was eerily quiet considering how busy the Box usually is. On the one hand, I found it wonderful. On the other, I found it creepy.
You need a door combination to get into your room- but at 1300 those were all switched off, so our door codes didnt work. I had to get in to my room through the window. Just a minor inconvenience until I left my room in a towel, heading for the showers, heard my door slam behind me and screamd "DAMNIT!"... sopping wet and sneaking in through teh shower. Talk about inconvenient.
The next day we checked out of NMMI at 1000, but were nomads until 0600 because we had no billetting at the Armory until then. We ate...ate some mroe. Spent some money.
Good stuff.
Then I recieved news of my roommate.
Sigh. This AT is gonna go great... i can tell (sarcasm)
Now... imagine this; you signed that feeling away.
Welcome to my life.
To make life better, for my Annual Training with the U.S. Army I have been roomed with a rather... special... person, shall I say? She's what some people would call a "barracks bunny". For you military types - picture this; the woman who believes herself to be the golden girl, has a reputation for promiscuity, and who's keen advantage has been the fact that with Army goggles/barracks goggles/NMMI goggles etc. she suddenly becomes attractive. Granted, she's more attractive than the males the guysare shakin' up with, but that doesnt say much.
welcome to my life.
I'm going to put up though, and be nice to the girl. I just need to get through A.T. (annual Training) and then get my happy ass up to Korea so I can spend two wonderful weeks with Jon. Maybe these two horrid weeks will be cancelled out with my two lovely weeks with Jon.
A lot of things have not been going well for me lately - maybe I'll start at the very begining?
Let's see...
Graduation, and moving out, I ended up giving the cold shoulder to my best friend at NMMI - for hte purposes of this Journal, his name is Quaker. He and his friend, Loco, had come with me to a bookstore, and he'd seen me sit in front of the classics and start reading this book - Don Quixote by Cervantes - and browse through the journals section... I have an obsession wiht Journals, and kept one since i was 11 or so. My writing in them is less consistent now, but it still has it's uses.
Anyway, Quaker helped me, and stored my fridge and microwave in his storage unit, and he bought me a parting gift- a book and a journal (btw, good on him, the journal he picked out was a blackand white photo of a white rose, and thep picture was tinted a brown-ish to make it look old... very nice... I think that was Mary-caliber as far as picking out gifts for me go :-) ). I gave him the cold shoulder for a couple reasons - I dont take the end of the year well at all. It's an emotional time, and I'm not good with that. I feel kinda bad about that.
That morning, Swick came into my room for the last time (he has his own key to my room) and woke me and my roommate up so we would get to formation on time... I whimpered "I dont wanna" and buried my face deeper into my blanket and pillow for the last time, and he stood over me, rubbing my shoulders until I was finally ready to relinquish and arise from slumber.
For the last time, my roommate and I groggily got out of bed, s howered, and followed our daily routine. For the last time, Swick came back into our room to make sure we were ready, uniformed, and everything. For the last time, he came over to me, start tickling me, as I curled into the fetal position in my chair.
For the last time, Swick - the ugy who has been an MS-III with me since the begining - helped me carry my stuff,clean my room, and made sure I had lunch.
:-(. So it's a trying time for me.
I also said goodbye to my friends.
Well, that night, I went to a movie where the g uy I was with tried to put his arm around me. That was all that happened, really, but it was still a little unnerving, since I did spend the ride to the movie talking about Jon.
A little disconcerted I slept in the Nmmi barracks that night in an empty Box (the square barracks) that 1) had no noisy cadets 2) had no slamming doors and 3) had no movement or activity at all. It was eerily quiet considering how busy the Box usually is. On the one hand, I found it wonderful. On the other, I found it creepy.
You need a door combination to get into your room- but at 1300 those were all switched off, so our door codes didnt work. I had to get in to my room through the window. Just a minor inconvenience until I left my room in a towel, heading for the showers, heard my door slam behind me and screamd "DAMNIT!"... sopping wet and sneaking in through teh shower. Talk about inconvenient.
The next day we checked out of NMMI at 1000, but were nomads until 0600 because we had no billetting at the Armory until then. We ate...ate some mroe. Spent some money.
Good stuff.
Then I recieved news of my roommate.
Sigh. This AT is gonna go great... i can tell (sarcasm)
some pics..more to come later
Girls of Summer/Remember When?
Was it only a couple years ago when the summer meant lazy mornings, followed by foolish nights of fast cars, irresponsibility, and a little bit of trouble? How glorious it used to be, to anticipate a summer ahead of you to blow off steam, and rejuvinate yourself before returning for another year. I remember garden projects, art projects, and hours upon hours of reading in a bookstore, and that used to make my summers.
Now, its just Zero Fun.
I remember what it was like tob ein high school and look forward to begining a new school year just because you'd have something to do, and see familiar faces again.
I remember what it was like to spend weeks on end with Andrew, cuddling by the tv, watching family guy, and driving around Santa Clarita - mainly to the gas station, between our houses, the movie theatre, and the random nice restauraunt once in awhile. It's amazing how easily amused you can be, and how time will fly when you're with someone you expect to spend your life with.
If I could pinpoint the one time in my life where I was happiest... it was the summer before Andrew went to Beast, and we spent so much time just talking, making promises we couldnt keep... or maybe it was just me that couldnt keep them? And thinking about what we'd do once he came home, or once we were comissioned, or once life was easier.
I remember when we'd cruise around town, just holding hands and listening to the radio.
... it's sad when you now that those wonderful times you took for granted can never happen again. This is what my English teacher would refer to as "Momento Mori"... the craving of what has already departed. I know it'll never be as sweet as it used to be, but I'd almost rather have the mockery of the memory, than it's complete absence.
Who will be the next one to make me feel that way? Who will be the next man that I'll love, yet also take for granted will always be there? Arent those the most wonderful relationships... the ones you assume will never end.
Now, Summers mean training, time away from family and friends, and a work load you do not wish to bare.Loved ones will be there, only if you can squeeze them in. I tell myself it's only until I get a job nd start my real life...while allt he time knowing it's probably not something that is temporary.
When the time is right, I would love for Jon and I to make new summer routines...or vacation routines that we can cherish, but also take for granted. I hope that when I see him this summer, it'll give me something to look forward to - so that when my little vacation in korea is over, I can anticipate something wonderful happening over thanksgiving. I can't wait until next Christmas - I love the New Years. I hope that Jon and I will have a chance to look at the California Christmas lights on a drizzly, california winter night.
I guess, on the one hand, I regret losing the past... but I have something to look forward to. On a cheesy note, I hope that for the first time I'll get a kiss this New Years Eve.
Now, its just Zero Fun.
I remember what it was like tob ein high school and look forward to begining a new school year just because you'd have something to do, and see familiar faces again.
I remember what it was like to spend weeks on end with Andrew, cuddling by the tv, watching family guy, and driving around Santa Clarita - mainly to the gas station, between our houses, the movie theatre, and the random nice restauraunt once in awhile. It's amazing how easily amused you can be, and how time will fly when you're with someone you expect to spend your life with.
If I could pinpoint the one time in my life where I was happiest... it was the summer before Andrew went to Beast, and we spent so much time just talking, making promises we couldnt keep... or maybe it was just me that couldnt keep them? And thinking about what we'd do once he came home, or once we were comissioned, or once life was easier.
I remember when we'd cruise around town, just holding hands and listening to the radio.
... it's sad when you now that those wonderful times you took for granted can never happen again. This is what my English teacher would refer to as "Momento Mori"... the craving of what has already departed. I know it'll never be as sweet as it used to be, but I'd almost rather have the mockery of the memory, than it's complete absence.
Who will be the next one to make me feel that way? Who will be the next man that I'll love, yet also take for granted will always be there? Arent those the most wonderful relationships... the ones you assume will never end.
Now, Summers mean training, time away from family and friends, and a work load you do not wish to bare.Loved ones will be there, only if you can squeeze them in. I tell myself it's only until I get a job nd start my real life...while allt he time knowing it's probably not something that is temporary.
When the time is right, I would love for Jon and I to make new summer routines...or vacation routines that we can cherish, but also take for granted. I hope that when I see him this summer, it'll give me something to look forward to - so that when my little vacation in korea is over, I can anticipate something wonderful happening over thanksgiving. I can't wait until next Christmas - I love the New Years. I hope that Jon and I will have a chance to look at the California Christmas lights on a drizzly, california winter night.
I guess, on the one hand, I regret losing the past... but I have something to look forward to. On a cheesy note, I hope that for the first time I'll get a kiss this New Years Eve.
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Thus Far
My GPA is at a 3.5 with an over all GPA of a 3.4 or somthing like that. Last semester really destroyed my GPA, but that's okay. Sadly enough... I need a 4.0 next semester to even pull of a 3.5 over all. How sad is that? I guess we live with the consequences of our decisions. Oh well, it's a lesson learned in keeping priorities no matter how your personal life is going.
I emailed my Papa about my summer plans in more detail - I guess if you were the father of a girl who's about to go to Korea for two weeks with a man you met 4 or 5 years ago, but dont remember... well. I suppose you'd be pretty worried too.
I'm thinking about going to Texas A and M for my Bachellors. Any thoughts?
I emailed my Papa about my summer plans in more detail - I guess if you were the father of a girl who's about to go to Korea for two weeks with a man you met 4 or 5 years ago, but dont remember... well. I suppose you'd be pretty worried too.
I'm thinking about going to Texas A and M for my Bachellors. Any thoughts?