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I checked into ECRC this morning and the first thing handed to me was a Malaria protection kit with a pop tent, DEET lotion and chemicals to treat my uniforms with an anti-mosquito liquid. They seemed to kinda be sending mixed messages about it later that day though, when they told us that only the AFRICACOM people needed to do the malaria online training. Oh well, it’s a cool tent and maybe I can keep it.
Talking about online courses, it seems that all those Joint Knowledge Online courses I was lead to believe were mandatory, and even came in on my last Saturday to complete, are in fact not even on the requirement list here in SD. Maybe it will pop up down the line in SC, not sure. Speaking of South Carolina, there was a great video I wish I could get my hands on and show you about the three week training I’ll be getting there. Lots of shooting and unfolding myself from simulated rolled over Humvee’s appears to be in my future. They say they extended the training from 2 to 3 weeks to get us more familiar with our weapons, a fact I am happy to hear as I need time with the M16 and M9 I never got on active duty.
Also for you JUNEAU people out there, LT Cabana our old DisbO is in my group, but I think he’s headed somewhere else. Nice to talk about Guam and boonie dogs and old times with the ”dolphin killer’.
The strangest thing that happened today was when I was issued a free audio book of my choice from a list. I though the one called AFGHANISTAN would be the most useful though I regret passing up The Art of War.
The next 2 days are medical, then a day we called gas mask day, followed by Friday where we will try on all the gear we were fitted for today. Something interesting about that, I found out that I suck at picking out shoes until today. At least with boots, I fit in a 8 1/2 wide like a perfect glove compared to my normal 9 1/2 regular. I guess I may have smaller but wider feet then I thought and its kinda got me worried about the expensive running shoes I bought.
I have in my notes a number for Red Cross, and I’d like to mention that you should never send bad news to me or other people down range over e-mail, because our commands cant do anything about it unless they have confirmed it. By using Red Cross, the sailor or soldier gets the message faster, and their command knows about it and can provide immediate support. Red Cross’ number is 877-772-7377.
Ok, I need to go to bed, as I’m fasting till my blood draw in the morning, and if i stay up much longer i’ll get hungery.
This was my second semester at ASU and I have been going to college on and off now for the last 9 years, a number that surprises even me. Now, I am not that movie frat guy who never graduates, just to keep the party going and the beer flowing. No, It’s just… me and college have had a complicated relationship.
I dropped out of high school sometime in 2003 and in the middle of my sophomore year. Partially due to poor grades, but I had not done well in public schools since about 6th grade. I even took 8th grade twice and jumped between charter and traditional institutions about as many times. I was the guy who read too much. I never turned in homework, but did decently on tests. I just preferred my fictional books to my studies back then, which had interesting results. As far as I know I still hold the honor of being the only student to get a flawless perfect score on the English final paper and fail the course, due to insufficient points in class.
The month after I dropped out of Peoria High, and still only 17, I signed up for the GED test, and without studying, aced it. The next semester I was enrolled at Glendale Community College. I loved fictional worlds, and at that time became fascinated with telling stories as well. The Matrix movies had come out and I had fallen in love with the Wachowski brother’s style. I was going to be a movie director. Scriptwriting, Contemporary Cinema, Photography, all these classes rounded out my first semester of college.
There were two things that killed that dream quickly. One, I couldn’t write dialog. I could describe the hell out of a scene, and I could design a narrative, but people, I didn’t understand. All that time with my head in a book had left me with a severely atrophied social understanding. When people talked in my stories, it was like reading ‘See Spot Run’. The second career killer was running out of money. I had borrowed $2,500 in a student loan, and my grandparents and saved a bit less than that on top for my college fund. That was it.
I was broke, and the same lack of social skills that had made it a difficult time in school made it difficult to keep a job as well. I was employed at the Arrowhead Best Buy, but I talked too much. I didn’t sell enough computers wearing those blue polo shirts and khaki pants. I had a GED, but I felt broken, incomplete. My parents had done all they could do to raise me, but I wasn’t yet self-sufficient.
So I enlisted. I have no idea where the thought came from, but I will always remember every detail about the moment I had it. Every time I think about that turning point in my life, I can’t help but feel as if the idea came from outside myself. I feel this so strongly that that moment is probably the hanging thread that keeps me an agnostic instead of dropping me into full on atheism. No one had ever suggested I join the military, I didn’t grow up in a military community, my father didn’t really share a lot of tales from his uneventful stint in the Air force. I just felt like it was right.
Anyways, I didn’t get a lot of traditional college done over the next four years. I got a few credits in Japanese, and my time as a Navy computer guy bequeathed me a transcript that guaranteed I’d never need to take a computer class. Four years went by like that. I lived in Sasebo, Japan and rode my ship all over the south pacific and the Far East. I read a lot more books, but my job and the ports I visited taught me more about how to work within a system or a bureaucracy than I ever needed. I learned how to survive, and if I went back stateside, I could have gotten a decent cubicle job and been just fine, if not bored, for the rest of my life.
After those four years, with all the shit I went through, but all the awesome experiences too; I couldn’t go home. I married a navy girl, became a military spouse and moved to Guam. (I could tell you that story but I’m trying to keep this within the context of education and I’ve deviated enough.) I had been out of formal education for about 5 years when I registered for classes at the University of Guam. I needed a new major. Biology had struck my fancy and I was just in luck, here was a Marine Biology hub right next door. I was interested in lichen myself, specifically the idea of playing around with its genes. I dreamed of working in a lab and designing microorganisms that could convert one substance into another, eat salt and poop out oxygen. I wanted to be on the cover of Scientific American one day.
That ended after about one semester. Biology was gooey, bloody, complex in unsatisfying ways. It wasn’t my field. I found my love for science, but I knew biology wasn’t my flavor. I was frustrated and looking for something to blame. So I blamed myself, my ADHD. I wanted to go back on Adderall, I wanted to learn about my mind and fix myself to become a better person. Now enters my third major onto the stage: Psychology.
Still on Guam, I spoke with an adviser about my goals. She gave me the best advice up to that point, and probably saved me a lot of time and money. She told me I shouldn’t invest myself in Psychology if my goals were to fix myself. Psychologists can’t fix themselves. Every therapist is in therapy. If you could fix yourself just through knowledge, and not experience, we would all just learn how to be better.
She was right, my motivation was not sustainable. It wouldn’t have gotten me though my degree let alone a career in the field. Once again I was without a focus, without direction. And so, it was about this time that I found out my son was on the way. It was time to go home.