Yea what the bloody title says lol...this is waht i learned today!...no school...go to doctors....go to the hospital...i have now been informed i have been walking on a fractured hip for almost 6 months...isnt that freaking weird yes i do have alot of pain at times coming from my hip but im just wowed..not only did i fracture it but i also chipped a piece and it has reconnected itself to another part of my hip....just wow....and i ran and hurt my self at a drill team comp in december so like yea wow..... and now im excited casue Military awarss night is now next week...and i shoudl hopefully be getting Ensign...i have deserved it and my commander makes me feel like i am gogin to get it....and a couple of awards with cords.. and some medal possibly i forget half the name but a "Blank medal Of World Wars" somthing like that.,.lol hoorah if you dont know what a cord is its a colored rope around your arm...lol i know that some of you also in an rotc program know what it is.. and i wrote this now cuase im incrediably bored lol.
When did they stop teaching english in schools?
When they started sending them to hospital by the looks of things... ;)
NeighboUr Kidno school...go to doctors....go to the hospital...
She Cant Take It Captain
Grammar Shields Are Down
Its the internet folks! Who cares if he doesn't want to type with perfect grammar and spelling. Tough shit, I am sure you all will get over it! :)
Just before I graduated high school, I started considering joining the US army or navy as a helicopter pilot--with the understanding that I would attend college, do ROTC, and eventually join as an officer. They eventually wouldn't accept me as an officer candidate due to my dual citizenship which I wasn't willing to give up--Switzerland, for christ's sake. Their loss.
Anyway, the moment I set foot _near_ a recruiter's office (they were afraid to go near my high school, most likely due to the fact that while public, it was a pretty academically top-notch institution, with a pretty liberal not-too-military-friendly bent, even for San Francisco) the recruiters descended on me like locusts. Aside from the totally unsolicited letter from the Marine Sgt. addressed to my parents, stating, and I quote, "I will be stopping by your house next Wednesday to discuss your son's enlistment in the United States Marine Corps" (?!?) the most telling episode was that the Army guy wanted me to take the AHSMAT -- at least I think that was the name; this was some sort of standardized multiple-hoice "aptitude test".
The questions on this were very, uh, not-awe-inspiring; regardless of the fact that there are indubitably some very fine and intelligent people in the US armed forces, the sort of English and math knowledge this exam tested for didn't really give me much confidence in the intellectual or educational level of your average grunt.
If the Navy ever has a recruiter in our school, my friends and I decided that it would be extremely appropriate to go up to them and begin singing "In the Navy" by the Village People.
However, most of the recruiters are wasting their time since our neighbourhood is most upper-middle class and lower-upper-middle class.
On another note I got promoted to Master Sargeant in my AFJROTC squadron and in a little while possibly Squadron 1st Sargeant.
Sorry, couldn't resist :-)
Eh, I type fast and I got better things to do.:smokin: :beer: