The Dirty Thirty

The last couple of weeks have been an adventure. By a couple of weeks I mean eternity and by adventure I mean walking through Hell and being served cold coffee. The drinking in the barracks has gone from a few Marine to mostly all because I guess the main theme here is "You know what? Im bored...want to consume a magical liquid that makes bad memories go away?" I hung out with my clinically alcoholic friend who has recieved "The Drunk" award. No seriously it exists, it's a flipper that everyone who wins it signs their name on it when they are wasted and right something "Meaningful."
Scarim came down for the weekend and we had an absolute blast going from one freezing place to another. We were literally the only ones on the beach. Two black guys and a skinny white guy on a beach trying to make the best of their three day weekend. We went to a Bar called Sharks and Scarim asked for a beer
"Can I have a bud light?"
"Sure can I see some ID?"
"Yeah a sprite will work."
I have a great time when I'm with Scarim, he saved my life in boot camp because his ability to make me laugh was effortless.

Now that I have classed up my time is dedicated mostly to sitting around in my room, talking to myself and then maybe studying if I am not tired from talking to myself. What do I learn about in class? I am aloud to say the following
"I Study weather, Enemy and Terrain." Prety cool hah? Thats left open for interpretation. There is one legend about our school house about the "Dirty Thirty." Not so long ago there was a Navy class in the same building as me and the whole class decided to take Top Secret material out of the classroom and copy this material on some flash cards and talk about it outside of class. The next day all thirty classmates got sent to a different MOS no questions asked. Now, feel free to ask me any questions about my class...
Class is hard...but by the time I am done I will have half a semester of Foreign Policy and Communications under my belt. The class deals with a lot of public speaking so naturally I feel well at home. I have become a Squad Leader and I get along with my aquad because they like to hear my jokes so when I ask them to do something they do it without complaints. There are slightly more responsibilities but it's well worth it to be able to tell someone what to do rather than be told what to do. I love class though, It is the only time I feel like I am actually doing something normal...learning. Everything else is pretty gung ho marine corps do or die or get killed not following the rules. BUT as the good lord said
The one lesson in life to learn is to not try at all that way when you dont succeed there is no let down...or was that Homer Simpson?