Welcome to My Life

Reader,

First, a short-ish list:

1. None of the people in these stories are real, although they are based on real people. Well, actually, I’m kinda just changing their names, so they are real, you just won’t know who they are.

2. The events are more or less real. I may have to create some stuff that I have forgotten, but every single event is either completely, or based on, a real event.

3. I am a college student and a cadet, so my schedule is tight, updates may not be often. I will, however, attempt to keep them as regular as possible.

4. After a while, the posts may start to slow down. It’s about halfway through the year, so I’m going to try and get as much as possible from the first semester, but I will, inevitably, catch up to real time, and if nothing really happens, I can’t really post anything.

5. There will be ‘bad words’ in my posts. I tend to write how I talk, and the longer I’m in the environment I’m in, the more I curse in simple conversations. Also, the length of each post will vary depending on what event I am using.

6. Although many of these posts will, in my opinion at least, be funny, some will not be. I do want to show the entire cadet experience, so do not expect to be laughing every single time you come here.

7. If you, somehow, realize that you are one of the people represented here, deal with it. That is why you will not know who I am. Although, some people might be able to figure it out through the anecdotes. If this happens, and you are a bud, deal with it. If it happens, and you are an upperclassman, please don’t kill me.

Now, a short bio:

I am a cadet at Virginia Tech. I wake up no later than 0630 Monday through Friday, to go to formation. Every Wednesday and Friday, I go to PT, so I wake up even earlier. I wear uniforms all day, and some are much more uncomfortable than others.

I am a freshman, currently, so my life isn’t the best. I have to drag (marching on the right side of the hallway, as fast as you can without running) when in the barracks (dorms). I have to sound off (greet) to every upperclassmen in the hallway by rank and name. I cannot look at them to figure out who they are, that would be gazing. I just have to know them by what I see in my peripherals. I am almost always in uniform (We just got cits on the weekends, after over half of our training finished), and every little thing I do is scrutinized.

As you see, I have a lot of shit I have to put up with, and I complain about it plenty. However, there are some moments (quite a lot, actually), that are so funny, I still laugh about it. There are some moments that make me proud of what I am doing. There are some moments where I see why I am doing it. Those moments are the moments that you will be reading.

Very respectfully,

C/ Onymous, A.N TC 0-0