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So, I suppose that people out there may be vaguely wondering how my week went. As expected, I was so tired during the week that I didn't really have the time/inclination to keep up a journal. But I had all of today off, so I'm feeling quite a bit better now.

The first two days were the worst. We got there around 5:00 am. At 5:30 AM on the dot, the instructors come down the stairs towards the PT field where we have all lined up in a sort of semi-formation. Now, when I say "all" the instructors, I mean all 8 or 9 of them, not just the two who are actually our lead instructors. Then the yelling begins. Our bags are wrong. Our shoes aren't polished enough. We look like slackers. The seams aren't showing on our clothes. We didn't shave. We didn't cut our hair the right way. Anything wrong that could be found, was found.

Then they began the PT. "GET DOWN ON THE GROUND." "TOO SLOW, GET BACK UP." "GET DOWN ON THE GROUND." Etc. etc. ad naseum (literally). We had to run up and down the hill, run around the field with tires on our shoulders. Then there was this sprint around the block that I don't even want to recall. It was frightening and horrible.

Thankfully, that was the worst. The rest of the day, we sat in the classroom, and they yelled at us there. They explained to us that if we didn't want to be there, we could just leave now and save everyone the trouble. We were told all of the different things we could do that would get us kicked out (there's a lot). They chose a class leader and squad leaders.

I think the first two days put all our spirits down because they were simply so long. We were there for fourteen hours, both days, and there was so much homework, and stuff to do at home that none of us got more than 4 hours of sleep or so. I had to go home, clean and polish my boots, clean my weapon, and basically die. Thankfully I had my wonderful roommate who cooked for me, and has been pressing my clothes. I love her. She rules.

We got our weapons the second day. We had to learn all the parts, and how to take them apart and put them back together within 23 seconds. We have to learn how to draw them from the funky safety holsters (which isn't easy). Next week we start firearms instruction.

We didn't do any actual PT again until Friday, though now we are going to be doing it every day. PT is hard...even harder than I imagined it would be. We all got issued our very own tire as a part of our PT gear (the tire weighs 30 pounds). They have to be clean and shined by Monday. We do a lot of pushups, and situps. Even worse, we have to situp halfway and just hold it there. Ow ow ow. I have these muscles in my abs that I didn't even know existed before. And then there's running. By the end of May, we have to be fit to do an eight mile run. Yikes. We did a one mile run yesterday and I was hurting pretty bad. I hope that the whole running thing gets better. It wouldn't even have been so bad, except that we had to do it after we had done sprints and lifting and running around the field and such.

However, the instructors do seem aware of the fact that people need things like water and breaks. And everything we do, the instructor also does. He doesn't ask us to do anything that he's not doing right along with us. I like that attitude.

The instructors constantly tell us, "We are not here for you to like us. I don't care what the hell you think of any of these people." And they do a lot of yelling. Everyone yells at us, pretty much constantly. It's like being so much mud on someone's shoe. I walk into stores now and call everyone ma'am or sir, no matter who they are, because it has already become habit.

We're never allowed to walk while in the Academy. Everywhere we go, whether it's to the bathroom, down the hall, to the parking lot, or wherever, we do it running. And we have to come up with a "class motto." In the mean time, this is how the yelling goes every night before dismissal.

Instructor: ARE YOU MOTIVATED?!?

Students: YES SIR!

Instructor: ARE YOU DEDICATED?!

Students: YES SIR!

Instructor: HOW MOTIVATED ARE YOU?!

Students: HIGHLY MOTIVATED, TRULY DEDICATED, CLASS 69 SIR!

Instructor: WHAT'S THE KEY WORD?

Students: SURVIVAL, SIR!

Instructor: HOW DO WE DO THAT?

Students: FIGHT BACK SIR!

Instructor: WHEN ARE YOU GONNA LET THAT S.O.B. WIN?

Students: NEVER, SIR.

Instructor: WHEN ARE YOU GONNA LET HIM GET YOUR WEAPON!?

Students: NEVER, SIR!

And sometimes he goes on and on from there. My voice is sore from yelling so much. But I suppose I'll get used to that too. The whole thing feels like the marines to me. It's pretty crazy and intense.

I'm going to make it.

'Course you are.

Date: 2003-03-22 07:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] paradisacorbasi.livejournal.com
You're like a magic birthday candle.

It takes a frelling deluge to extinguish you.

Date: 2003-03-22 07:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dormouse-in-tea.livejournal.com
Waiow. Go you! Sounds incredibly...something. I dunno, I have no comparison. I suppose I'm strange, for not thinking it's /bad/, but I don't. You're doing great.

Date: 2003-03-22 07:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deza.livejournal.com
You're in class 69?
*boggle*

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Date: 2003-03-23 05:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elena23.livejournal.com

Yep, it's the 69th Academy to go through Dekalb County. Surprisingly, not a single joke has been made yet...

Aw...

Date: 2003-03-22 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tigerchild.livejournal.com
This brings back fond memories of drill practice in the CAP. :)

I should go and see how many old jodies (the chants you guys are doing) I can dig up from back in the day. ;>

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