Reese's Peanut Butter cups..

Last year, this time, what was I doing? First of all, I'd be sleeping hard as hell in my bunk. But I was in military skool. I can remember my mind set too. I couldn't wait to get out to start my life basically over as a new person. I wanted to start on working toward my career. I wanted a car. I wanted the basic necessities I was missing. We were woken up at 5:45 or some in this month. I think... Sometime on a good morning, we'd jog around the track. It's being a nice time to do so to in my opinion. You know how in the morning, the humidity has hit its dew point and has condesated on the grass, and above it to make it look like a fog? Well yea, it was like that. Made the track a bit slick though. We'd run with our platoon for 2 laps and break off into individual running. I'd aim for about 5 laps and slack 70 percent of the time, but some mornings, I'd just be running like Forest Gump. I remember I ran about 9 laps. I was SO proud of myself. My motivation in running so hard was so we I got back to my girlfriend, I'd WEAR them booty cheeks out. But I did it for myself sometimes too.

After physical training (PT), we return to the barrack, wash up, brush your tea. Then put on your B.D.U.s to prepare for breakfast. Clean your room if needed. We were suppose to have our bunks made as SOON as we speaked outta bed. SO it wasn't part of clean up unless you were like my roommate Grace. He was lazy a HELL!!!! Funny, cool, but kinda crazy. I had 5 roommates. Grace, Pettaway, McKnight, Saunders, and Holmes. I'd explaing their personalities but it is kinda late right now.
We'd have to march to the Dining Facility (DIFAC). Where our orders to get food were, "Mainline, 1 water, 1 juice, slice of bread, piece of fruit." March is about a month after we got to the base we were to stay on until graduation. So we were not allowed to get shit like cereal, and milk yet. We hadn't earn it yet. But mainline consisted of Eggs either with, or without cheese and ham, Bacon, or sausage, and POTAHTOES! SO DELICIOUS! I ate a lot cause I was on the skinny side, and I wanted to be a little bit bigger. So many self-conscience reasons. Different story. You could only get 1 slice of bread. Like, wtf?! Can't make a damn samitch. Shit. But we found ways. STUFF eggs and bacon in the one slice, FOLD, eat. 1 water was one cup of water. Same with the juice. And fruit of choose for me was an orange or apple. Kept the doctor away and shit.
Then we'd form up, and march back to the barracks. Which was about a 1/2 mile away. File in, and just chill until class which was at 8. The rule was ALWAYS be where ever you need to be 5min early to where ever you needed to be. So if you were not in formation at 7:55, done deal. But it wasn't until later we were really penalized for being late.
Classes. We had 4 classes a day. But it was set up in a way that every other day you'd have an academic day. So the next day would be a non-academic day.
For my squad, or schedule for school was:
Monday: Acedemic day; Science, Social Studies, Math, lunch, Reading
Tuesday: Non-Academic; Study Hall, Something with our counsler, GED practice, lunch, writing sometimes, and something else I can't remember. OH YEA, Military Subjects!!!! HA!!
And it'd continue like this until friday.
Each class was about an hour and 50min. It was the beginning so we were learning at the point in time.
LUNCH! March to lunch, eat and come back. Normal meal.
Finish up skool.
Then it was MAILCALL! My favorite part of the day. OMG I was so anxious to have a letter from my family or my girl. Like, you know that adrenaline rush you get waiting your turn before you get on the rollercoaster? It was like that. The platoons are form to center the lady with the mail. And mail was passed out in alphabetical order starting in each squad. The days I didn't get mail, were kinda boring. But the days I did, spent all night reading that bitch like 4 times over. After mail call. We had to go inside. If you had an Academic day, you had study hall immediately after mail call. Non-academic, you went upstairs and basically chilled. Switch out of our B.D.U.s into our sweat pants and shit and prepared for dinner.
Dinner was well awaited a lot because it was the ended of the day, and sometimes lunch was shited. So we are ready to go eat. For dinner, meal orders were, "Mainline, slice of bread, 1 water, 1 juice, piece of fruit." Basic, but it was enough sometimes. We traded food and shit under tables. Threw it when no one was looking. We did it all. They also had a television inside the DIFAC. And we watch the HELL outta that shit. We haven't seen T.V. since the morning or night before processing. SO of course we would stare at the t.v. Dinner's done and we'd form it up and head back to the barracks.
Once we made it back, we were briefed on how the showers would be ran. I forgot to say our company was made up of 3 platoons, and 8 squads. Squads 1-3 was first platoon. 4-6 was second. And 7th and 8th was third. First and second platoons were males and third platoons were females. All the males were sanctioned on the third floor. And the chicks on the second. So the males had to have an organized way to get about 90 guys into 16 showers in an hour and 30min. Usually it went by platoon. Each person had 4 mins.
Took that quick shower, get dressed for bed, then brush them chops. For the rest of the remaining time until lights out, we did a WHOLE bunch of shit. Studied, push ups, get in trouble, etc. ALL I did was write letters to my girl and family and did a couple push ups to compete with my roommate. My roommates made fun of me because I wrote so much. But I felt obligated to let my folks know what was good.
9:30. Lights out... Oh what you thought, the day ended here? Oh nah, sometimes it was the best. It wasn't until the end I told funny stories. But that happened, we'd work out EXTREMLY hard. Fight, go in other ppl's rooms, crazy shit. I kinda miss it. I wish I could change the out come of shit sometime. BUT, oh well.

Experiences and people go together just as good as peanut butter and chocolate.