Nothing Goes As Planned

*just sits there and steadily beats head against the table*

And I was so excited because TUESDAY was SUPPOSED to be THE DAY.

The day all my dreams come true.

*pause*

Feel free to laugh, I wrote it because it made me smirk inside. A little.
But "things" came up which hindered me from making that long and boring trip to OK City to visit that large, cold building, to take a simple test, to see all those "smiling" faces, and to at last, swear into the United States Marine Corps.

ALAS! It shall be yet ONE MORE WEEK until that moment will come!! *sobs* *grabs some ashes and...what was that they wore when they did that...potato sacks? Something like that...ANYWAY...puts on the brown sacks and sits in ashes and sobs...but takes out contacts first cause ashes in the eye while you are wearing those things would hurt like a mother!*

AND, if that simple test goes wrong (YET AGAIN) it shall be sent to the board. And if the board says "Well, we can't accept anything less than perfection. NO! BE GONE!!" Then I shall never be able to join the Marines. Ever. For the rest of my life.
That was fun to hear. I almost said something besides "Yes, sir." But I'm not sure what. I just didn't feel like saying "Yes, sir." I wanted to...I dunno...

ANYWAY. Thats a chipper note to think upon.

EXCEPT FOR NOT. It really upset me and has made me way more...I suppose anxious is the word. Please pray all will go well and my protein levels are those of a normal individual. If its hereditary I am screwed. *sighs* The Air Force said they would have just sent me to my doctor and if the doctor said I was fine, they would have gone with it. WHY DID I CHOSE THE MOST DIFFICULT BRANCH IN THE WORLD TO JOIN???

Well, because I wanted a challenge. I did the hardest thing a female can do in the military. If there were Special Ops for women, I would do it. BUT NO! We get stuck with the boring jobs. Well, flying will be sweet, but I have to become an officer first and that is going to take a while. Perhaps a long while, as I have no family in the Marines already.
AND NOW I AM COMPLAINING!!

And must stop. As the Staff Srgnt. said "From day one, it is hard, it is a challenge, it is very difficult to get into the Marines!"

"SIR, YES, SIR!"

And I THINK I MIGHT have passes my test on Saturday! *CHEERS*
It went much better than some tests have gone.I still haven't figured out why Master L let me win in sparring. It was very strange. I felt a bit annoyed, to be honest. I don't enjoy when people let me win - I must win on my own to feel victorious. But pride is something I need to stomp on at least once a day, so I suppose it is a good lesson for me.AND, I did alright on the written test as well. Except for naming the parts of the sword. Someday I just need to sit down and memorize that...ALSO, there was no Mark, glaring in silent dissaproval. That was nice.

So goes the life of a small town kid who; likes to swing sticks around for fun (also nunchuks...which her brother gave her for Christmas! Heh heh heh...), is learning to enjoy running once again (slowly but surely it is becoming habit), can pass the physical to leave for boot camp NOW (and boy do I want to!), wishes she had a less boring job (but is glad she has a job), has ticked off her recruiter and wonders what will ensue (crap. An angry Arkansas Marine...great.), wishes life would just bring along an adventure and something to look forward too besides a swearing in ceremony (and money), and doesn't want to go back to school (and should learn patience. Which she has VERY little of).

-Shell