wk 9/end.

so i'm a "trained soldier" now, whatever in blue blazes that means. had my passing out parade yesterday morning (thank goodness the skies held up; commiserations to cougar, falcon, hawk, jaguar and kestrel companies who had theirs in pouring rain!)

i guess the overwhelming feeling now is one of relief - i've survived 9 weeks in some pretty tough training (though certainly not as tough as some of my friends') and in a pretty unforgiving environment. i certainly didn't thrive on it, but under the circumstances, keeping my sanity and brain intact is certainly a signal achievement. i still write idiomatically, speak coherently, and i haven't gone caveman and lost the skills needed to survive in polite society... like remembering to cover your mouth when you cough or to yawn silently (how easy these little things just slip away unawares). so yes, i've survived.

i'm trying not to be too worried about my posting. it won't be out till the 21st (unlike what we were led to believe - they told us it'd be out yesterday). whatever it is it's out of my hands anyway. it's not like the military is the place for me. and yeah, i'm trying to reassure myself that SISPEC won't be so bad, even though all my friends are almost certainly OCS-bound.

who am i kidding?- i know it'll be an uphill challenge trying to fit in with people i don't know from (the biblical) adam. ohwellscrewit itsonly20moremonths.

on a brighter note, plans for the weekend include YO, dinner, getting pissed, lunch, and a barbecue (if it doesn't rain). w00t!