Well I would soon find out that my classmates where having the exact opposite of a day, everyone was sad. I swear, the only day that im damn happy everyone else is having a shitty day.
My Government teacher even broke down in front of us to tell us that he was having the worst Monday EVER!
Just his luck, indeed nothing that day ever did work for him. It was as if everything he did was bound to be wrong. And who hasnt had days like that? It is only human nature to have experiences such as these.
I remember mine, thinking back at how it went, I regret nothing. I can absolutely say that in that hot humid August day I stood up for myself. It was first day of class. I had enrolled into the Academy. Now I wont disclose more information in case anyone else reads this, but as of right now everyone that is in this page knows what im talking about.
Anyways, morning as usual had came with its lazy awakening. For me, hells no. I had barely slept the last night, I had been thinking about how it would be. What sort of made me forget about such future experience was the night before, the sunday. Glorious Sunday, that night I would get some action, it would be my last real one for a long time. I did outstanding, or so they said, I had so much confidence, I owned that night. Well that was gone in the past, who would have thought that a mere eight hours later my life would change forever.
Well I was up, you could say that, I was up but only in body position; because as I recall, mentally I was still asleep. I remember that I was slow, carefree, excited over the fact that I would start to do what I most loved Monday through Thursday from eight to four. Well, I had everything ready (or so I thought) nothing could go wrong (or so I foolishly thought), it was time to teach these fuckers how shit ran when you had one year of experience. Arrived at the location, right on time. First bad sign, everyone was wearing something I didnt. Shit! I forgot my shirt. Oh God. Well that was quickly fixed as a "brother" in arms quickly managed to get an extra out and lend it to that poor fuck. Okay, I was safe (or so I thought). Teachers came barking orders, "Holy Shit man! I felt like in Boot Camp" Well following orders is not even that hard, I tried to cope. Well we lined up for Uniform Inspection. I was saved, but still I had forgotten another thing, the "Label". Okay, well pushups for the dumbasses that forgot their tools. Okay, done, twenty pushups when commanded to go "Up" and "Down". That wasnt that bad I thought.
Next was classroom, several things to go over. Blah, Blah, Blah.
I thought, okay good rest time. WRONG!
"Get your asses outside with your shorts, running shoes, and tee. PT time!"
My motherfucking life was over at that point, I had forgotten exactly that; all of my equipment. I was so careless and relaxed that I forgot the most essential things. Never in my life had I forgotten such things. Such easy things. Up until that moment, all that I had done wearing that shirt, that label, I had done flawlessly.
Shit changes, always.
Needless to describe the torment and brutality I endured after that moment. I for once in my life, felt like crying, felt powerless to someone.
Murphy's fucking Law applied to its fullest that day.
Up to this day I cannot forget the scars, never I think. It messed with my head so much. I found out many things that day.
Always Think Ahead.
Always treat something you will do with respect.
Always listen.
Never think you are the shit, because eventually you will learn otherwise.
And most important, I have some fucking balls of steel. Because not only did I endure all the punishment and not only did I give 110%; but I did it my way, it was me. This feeling is hard to explain, I would compare it to Enlightenment, its a long the lines.
So please, share your stories or do whatever the fuck you want. But as always be you, and think for yourself.
Yes...those shitty days that seems that everything can go wrong. Like you say its always good to plan ahead in everything, but sometimes our brains hit that "off" switch and it seems we think with our ass. I have to say one of the worst days I have had was cold ass day in December. It was finals week at school, and because of my procrastinating ways, i had practically a semester worth of work to do in 3 days. Yea sounds impossible, but someway i got it done. But I was so damn frustrated that I felt like going outside and kicking the first person I see. To pile on all this work I had to do, 2 days earlier i started feeling sick. And by the days that I started to do my work, i had the worst fucking head ache, ear ache, and felt like i was sitting in -32 degree weather. It has prob been the worst I have ever felt of being sick. I finished my work, but i prob slept 5 hours in a time of 3 days. Not only working on my school work, but feeling like shit and aches all over didnt help to relax and sleep. To make things worse, the last day of school for that semester I wake up to see a flat tire, and I had to change it while it was raining. Needless to say, when I went back home to Cali for my winter break I had to go to the Doctor and was on medication for like a month....nice huh?
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