Testing, 1-2-3...*ahem* [awkward silence and microphone feedback prevails]
And so, here it is. A baby's blog in a society of mommy and daddy bloggers. The fresh-out-of-college intern displaced in a cubicle surrounded by seasoned professionals. A fish in the sky. Nonetheless, at the completion of this entry, I, too shall be inducted into the fleet of bloggers world-wide.
I have decided to begin this blog because in exactly 63 days from today September 1, 2010, I "ship" for Basic Training in Fort Leornard Wood, Missouri (with the National Guard). I've Youtubed, Googled, and spoken to a few Ft. Leornard Wood BCT graduates, and still, my idea of what to expect is very foggy. So far, there are 3 things that I've been warned about:
1. Rocks. Lots and lots of rocks and a Sargent who is very creative in delegating various activities involving the rocks.
2. Cold Weather (especially since I will be there during the winter months). I love the summer. You do the math.
3. Many Trees. I'm not sure as to why someone felt the need to warn me about trees, even still, seeing as how the name of the place (Ft. Leonard Wood) lends clue to the fact that there are wooded areas and being as it is that I have lived in what is called the Piedmont Region of Georgia for the past 20 years, I pray that the trees are nice to me and don't terrorize me too terribly.
In speaking with someone else about their experience at Ft. Leonard Wood, I was told that there is an unspoken "secrecy", or rather a fraternituous spirit about the place. (I think that fraternituous should be a word, although it's not...it sounds good). With that being said, I guess I'm just gonna have to see for myself what this adventure will be all about.
Obviously, I will not be able to blog (or text, or facebook, or sing for that matter) while at BCT, but hopefully the entries for days leading up to it and the ones following will serve as a sufficient set of parentheses.
Oh, and in the future, my writing will not be this dry. I promise. It's just that today has been a peculiar day. It started with a search for my baby bro's lost pair of gym shoes, a missed school bus, and a speeding ticket in a school zone. Go ahead and link the facts. I'm sure you'll get the story right...you're a smart cookie.
i adore you ms. mack.......and a world where i cant hear your voice singing in my head anymore is a one that brings me to tears........dont lose your voice on this adventure .........but find one that is more bold and passionate then ever before........my soul is forever connected to you.
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