It's kind of strange how used to this whole basic training thing we get. Last week was pretty busy and we had a big inspection by our platoon commander, and although we did a lot of work for it, no one was really freaking out about it. Unlike weeks 0 to 3 when we stressed about every single one.
It used to be impossible for all 60 of us to get all our coats and bags lined up neatly in under 3 minutes, and now we do it all the time.
I can also tell how routine things are becoming by how much more boring these posts are getting. Talk about not using my brain much here!
That's not entirely true. We do have some kind of brain-like using stuff we have to do. And four tests this coming week! Hmmmm maybe I should get back to studying. Nah.
So it's the end of another weekend and another round of craziness. That's another routine - seeing just how many people get how drunk and stupid how fast. Then we've got another batch of stories to hold us through till the next weekend. It's kind of a soap opera. Now I understand all the stereotypes that are associated with soldiers and sailors! Oh right. And we're students. That's three strikes for us! Oh well.
Not that there are any stories about me. I would never do such things! At least, I would never get stupid enough to get caught!
Just kidding Mom!
...
:)
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Back on Track
Well here I am again, with not all that much to say. I'm really just procrastinating, and what else is new?
So we had our weekend confined to barracks, and a bunch of people almost lost it. Tension was extremely thick and there were a couple of times that we thought a fight might break out. We managed to avoid that, but I think a lot of people were actualy relieved to start the week and have something to do. And since we spent most of the weekend having extra inspections and waiting around supposedly at attention while one instructor went around all sixty of us one by one...well who can blame anyone for going a little nuts? There were definitely some entertaining moments, but we're all glad it's done.
I guess that makes this the perfect time for some inspection stories, so here are some of the best I remember:
At one of our first inspections the sergeant started throwing badly folded clothes around the room, and the private he was inspecting just could not hold in his laughter.
Sgt: (Yelling of course). "Do you find this funny Private??"
Pte: (Also energetically) "YES SERGEANT"
Sgt: "25 pushups, let's go!"
Pte: "1, 2, 3, 4..." Finishes and gets up
Sgt: "Do you still find this funny pte.??!"
Pte: "YES SERGEANT!"
Sgt: "OK 25 Pushups GO!"
Pte: "1, 2, 3..."
Sgt: "IS THIS STILL FUNNY PRIVATE??"
Pte: "YES SERGEANT!"
After the next 25 he started to get it, but there was a lot of suppressed laughter and. Mental facepalming going on...probably for the sergeant too. The guy later said he did it because they told us we should never lie to an instructor. Sigh.
I think it was the same guy who had to sing O Canada during another inspection for some reason that I'm not quite sure of.
Then there was the garbage can on the head. That happened a couple of times when dust was found in them. (They're supposed to be empty, obviously). Sometimes it's just funny to hear the muffled voices for the rest of the inspection. One time someone had to leave it on for the requisite 25 pushups and the sound of it banging on the ground with the count was entertaining.
There was also the time when one guy had to push his fire team partner around in the big laundry bin saying "My fire team partner is a big baby.". While the guy in the bin had to sit there with his thumb in his mouth. I'm not entirely sure why that one happened either, but probably something to do with not getting all his work done. Which was pretty normal for this guy.
More recently this same guy did not have all his stuff labeled. So when the staff found the hood of his sleeping bag unlabeled, he had to run laps around the quarters while wearing it. He kind of looked like Kenny from South Park. It got better when his groundsheet was discovered unlabeled. He had to add that on as a cape. Next came the helmet. He ended up with 14 unlabeled pieces but thankfully for him, not wearing all of them. The instructor was pretty happy though. He walked through the rest of the inspections, singing "Superman".
The only other one I remember was the 2nd in command's inspection (you know, the one that got us stuck on base. By the way, it was pre-planned since 3 other platoons had the same thing happen, and the one that didn't had it happen last weekend). Anyways, we have these piles of clothes laying out that are supposed to be 12"x12" and he was making quite a few cracks (while tearing everything apart of course) like "Is that what you mean when you tell the girls you have twelve inches?" Or to the girls "Never believe it if a guy tells you he have a 12 inch dick. Have you seen what they are calling 12 inches over there? Never believe it, I'm telling you"
Although there is one guy here that still claims that endowment. He also asked to be in this blog, so if you are reading this, there you go! ;)
Ok. I think I've "rested up" enough. I should probably go pack my rucksack for our 7.2 km march tomorrow. I'm going to be sooooo dead tomorrow night!
So we had our weekend confined to barracks, and a bunch of people almost lost it. Tension was extremely thick and there were a couple of times that we thought a fight might break out. We managed to avoid that, but I think a lot of people were actualy relieved to start the week and have something to do. And since we spent most of the weekend having extra inspections and waiting around supposedly at attention while one instructor went around all sixty of us one by one...well who can blame anyone for going a little nuts? There were definitely some entertaining moments, but we're all glad it's done.
I guess that makes this the perfect time for some inspection stories, so here are some of the best I remember:
At one of our first inspections the sergeant started throwing badly folded clothes around the room, and the private he was inspecting just could not hold in his laughter.
Sgt: (Yelling of course). "Do you find this funny Private??"
Pte: (Also energetically) "YES SERGEANT"
Sgt: "25 pushups, let's go!"
Pte: "1, 2, 3, 4..." Finishes and gets up
Sgt: "Do you still find this funny pte.??!"
Pte: "YES SERGEANT!"
Sgt: "OK 25 Pushups GO!"
Pte: "1, 2, 3..."
Sgt: "IS THIS STILL FUNNY PRIVATE??"
Pte: "YES SERGEANT!"
After the next 25 he started to get it, but there was a lot of suppressed laughter and. Mental facepalming going on...probably for the sergeant too. The guy later said he did it because they told us we should never lie to an instructor. Sigh.
I think it was the same guy who had to sing O Canada during another inspection for some reason that I'm not quite sure of.
Then there was the garbage can on the head. That happened a couple of times when dust was found in them. (They're supposed to be empty, obviously). Sometimes it's just funny to hear the muffled voices for the rest of the inspection. One time someone had to leave it on for the requisite 25 pushups and the sound of it banging on the ground with the count was entertaining.
There was also the time when one guy had to push his fire team partner around in the big laundry bin saying "My fire team partner is a big baby.". While the guy in the bin had to sit there with his thumb in his mouth. I'm not entirely sure why that one happened either, but probably something to do with not getting all his work done. Which was pretty normal for this guy.
More recently this same guy did not have all his stuff labeled. So when the staff found the hood of his sleeping bag unlabeled, he had to run laps around the quarters while wearing it. He kind of looked like Kenny from South Park. It got better when his groundsheet was discovered unlabeled. He had to add that on as a cape. Next came the helmet. He ended up with 14 unlabeled pieces but thankfully for him, not wearing all of them. The instructor was pretty happy though. He walked through the rest of the inspections, singing "Superman".
The only other one I remember was the 2nd in command's inspection (you know, the one that got us stuck on base. By the way, it was pre-planned since 3 other platoons had the same thing happen, and the one that didn't had it happen last weekend). Anyways, we have these piles of clothes laying out that are supposed to be 12"x12" and he was making quite a few cracks (while tearing everything apart of course) like "Is that what you mean when you tell the girls you have twelve inches?" Or to the girls "Never believe it if a guy tells you he have a 12 inch dick. Have you seen what they are calling 12 inches over there? Never believe it, I'm telling you"
Although there is one guy here that still claims that endowment. He also asked to be in this blog, so if you are reading this, there you go! ;)
Ok. I think I've "rested up" enough. I should probably go pack my rucksack for our 7.2 km march tomorrow. I'm going to be sooooo dead tomorrow night!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Sorry, you suck. Please move back 10 spaces.
Well today, even the seargent flat out said "This is a game." And of course, we landed on a snake.
We had a big inspection this morning. Our platoon second in command came around to every single cubicle to make sure we were up to snuff, and apparently we are not! It's not really surprising to me. It was actually kind of funny to see him taking things out of the closet and throwing them around the room. "Dust on jacket." "Dust on fleece." "Threads on combats." "Socks not all the same." "This just sucks." were the kinds of comments directed towards me this morning. It was pretty much the same everywhere and a lot worse for some! At least he didn't comment on my ironing. I spent a lot of time on that last night.
So of course, there go our privilages! It's not really a surprise, since not many other platoons even had those privilages, and we obviously can't get anything done with them. This game does not work well with distractions, apparently.
So I'm not sure when I'll be able to update again, but hopefully not too long. I'm expecting about a week, but who really knows! In any case I just hope the seargent's "More to come later" isn't too horribly painful. It probably will be. It always is when he makes us wait.
In other news, we got our rifles this week! People were really looking forward to that, but I have to say, I wasn't particularly excited. It's one more thing to look after, although now I have it...it's fun! Weapons class is one of the only classes where it's easy to stay awake, since it's practical and we don't take notes. I can't say much more than that, because we've only had them for two days and have basically just done safety checks and taking the thing apart. Still fun though!
Also...I got a buzzcut! It's a neat feeling to have almost no hair. Why, you ask? Well, I was forced into getting a haircut last week, and it was really terrible. At first I didn't mind, but when I said I didn't like it, a bunch of the guys started saying "You should get a buzzcut." I swear I've heard that ten times a day for the past week. Anyways, I saw some pictures of me on the weekend and went "you know, that doesn't actually sound so bad." So I went and did it. Now I no longer have to attempt to put a pound of gel in my hair to hold "loose strands" and get in trouble for it. Now I just get people calling me G.I. Jane, which is kind of annoying since I'm not really into the whole "military" thing. But it's fun, and at least my head isn't shaped too funny!
I have to say I felt kind of like I was on a game show when I got it done with the 15 other guys there yelling "do it!" or "don't do it!" as their respectives preferences went. At least it was entertaining. I'm sure there is more "entertainment" to look forward to this weekend.
Over and out!
We had a big inspection this morning. Our platoon second in command came around to every single cubicle to make sure we were up to snuff, and apparently we are not! It's not really surprising to me. It was actually kind of funny to see him taking things out of the closet and throwing them around the room. "Dust on jacket." "Dust on fleece." "Threads on combats." "Socks not all the same." "This just sucks." were the kinds of comments directed towards me this morning. It was pretty much the same everywhere and a lot worse for some! At least he didn't comment on my ironing. I spent a lot of time on that last night.
So of course, there go our privilages! It's not really a surprise, since not many other platoons even had those privilages, and we obviously can't get anything done with them. This game does not work well with distractions, apparently.
So I'm not sure when I'll be able to update again, but hopefully not too long. I'm expecting about a week, but who really knows! In any case I just hope the seargent's "More to come later" isn't too horribly painful. It probably will be. It always is when he makes us wait.
In other news, we got our rifles this week! People were really looking forward to that, but I have to say, I wasn't particularly excited. It's one more thing to look after, although now I have it...it's fun! Weapons class is one of the only classes where it's easy to stay awake, since it's practical and we don't take notes. I can't say much more than that, because we've only had them for two days and have basically just done safety checks and taking the thing apart. Still fun though!
Also...I got a buzzcut! It's a neat feeling to have almost no hair. Why, you ask? Well, I was forced into getting a haircut last week, and it was really terrible. At first I didn't mind, but when I said I didn't like it, a bunch of the guys started saying "You should get a buzzcut." I swear I've heard that ten times a day for the past week. Anyways, I saw some pictures of me on the weekend and went "you know, that doesn't actually sound so bad." So I went and did it. Now I no longer have to attempt to put a pound of gel in my hair to hold "loose strands" and get in trouble for it. Now I just get people calling me G.I. Jane, which is kind of annoying since I'm not really into the whole "military" thing. But it's fun, and at least my head isn't shaped too funny!
I have to say I felt kind of like I was on a game show when I got it done with the 15 other guys there yelling "do it!" or "don't do it!" as their respectives preferences went. At least it was entertaining. I'm sure there is more "entertainment" to look forward to this weekend.
Over and out!
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