Curtis was here 15JAN12. We haven’t talked since. It’s over, I’m done. I would just really like my stuff back, but have no way to get a hold of him. He changed his number. It hurts, like hell, but I’m done with it all.
On a better note, I’m joining the National Guard. I’ve gone through getting tests and paperwork from my doctor, stating my asthma has ceased to exist. I’ve gotten a letter from the School District office stating I’ve officially completed 9Th grade. Tomorrow I will call the recruiter. The representative who called wasn’t very pleasant. And she’d disabled my online account, so unfortunately I have to actually converse with someone before making another account or applying with a recruiter.
I’ll be going through the GED Plus Program. I’ve even decided which 3 MOS(es?) sound good. 92Y, 12D, and 31B. For those of you who don’t know, 92Y is Unit Supply Specialist. 12D is Diver. And 31B is Military Police.
I’ve gotten a running partner to exercise and build strength before (if) I go to Basic. So I can keep up (and not fail). I’m terrified of teargas, so Basic will be exciting. And if I have to be sprayed with pepper spray like some have told me, I will not be one happy camper. I’ll look pretty hot in my ACU’s though. ;D Just kidding. Haha.
To be completely honest, realizing my dream of joining the military is now scaring the shit out of me. Its weird to have something I’ve wanted so bad for over half of my life to be so close.
Anyways, just figured I should write this all down. :)
