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- First things first, apologies for the long hiatus; I had the time to update, I’m just a bit of a procrastinator and intrinsically scatterbrained as is.
- Spent the majority of the 4th of July sleeping as I was on a shift that went through the wee hours of the morning (7pm to 7am) studying classified material in a building with no windows (maybe it’s supposed to prep us for being on a sub?). Needless to say, due to my predicament, I had this stuck in my head at work vice something more, say, uplifting and celebratory, like this.
- Speaking of sub stuff, I put in preferences for my initial duty station a few weeks ago, with the gold, silver, and bronze going to San Diego, Hawaii, and Norfolk, VA (respectively). After that, a handful of different options in GA and WA, followed by Groton, CT and Guam (double cringe to both of those). I would obviously enjoy living in the “Whale’s Vagina” if I could (here if you have no idea what I’m talking about) but they say you usually get one of your top three so who knows. They also say that you have to rank EVERY possible place you could go to so you can’t say you didn’t have it on your list (one of those “fine print” military stipulations).
- Speaking of more sub stuff, I spent the first couple months of the year up in CT for training. As such, it was freezing cold with snow and ice on the ground everywhere (and there weren’t any good sled/trash can lid riding hills on site). Spending a majority of the time on a Navy base made it seem more like Soviet Russia in the winter instead of a wintry wonderland. With that said, the schooling wasn’t that bad, I managed to make it to Boston for St. Patty’s (and New York the weekend before that), and worked out enough to return to SC at 185 lbs with my mom asking if I was on steroids. Apparently, mother doesn’t always know best (and neither do BMI calculators saying you’re overweight).
- So yeah, now I’m back in Charleston, living with the folks (a fiscally-sensible-and-financially-wise vice living-in-the-rents’-basement-with-nothing better-to-do decision, plus I get to play with Ninja Turtles when my 5 and 7 year old cousins come over) and grinding through 12 hours on, 12 hours off shifts until I’m sent off to [INSERT RANDOM DUTY STATION HERE]. Oh well, I have a bunch of beer left over from a pre-shift party I had a couple weeks ago, so things could be worse.
- Next Tuesday, at exactly this time, I will be done with the five hour final comprehensive exam that is the bastard child of Nuke School. Until then, FML.
- When I was sitting in my car one day in rush hour traffic, waiting to get off base, I figured out from my schedule the number of lecture and exam hours per week inherent to Nuke School. The results? 24.3 for the former and 2.3 for the latter. And to think, I used to hate dealing with 20 credit semesters at the Academy.
- I’ll make a lot of posts once I’m done with this Nuke School jazz. There have been plenty of things to write about, but since my weeks have been busy and my weekends were what let me have a semblance of a social life, I haven’t had time to write.
- It will come.
- I’ve been busy.
- The following is a picture of a statue in Oslo, Norway, one of several hundred that apparently depict the many facets of human relationships and our journey from birth to death.
- Maybe it’s because I have an affinity for kids and naturally get along with them, but I have trouble seeing validation of the whole “art imitates life” statement.
- An assault offense is typically considered a misdemeanor (unless a law enforcement officer is involved), but I thought that this might be an exception as well… only in New Jersey.