Up in the air

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So I haven’t posted for a long time and so much stuff happened.  It’s funny how that works.  Here is my excuse–work blah blah blah end of the year etc etc.

Anyway, I have decided to make up for my negligent behavior and simultaneously take a break from my less-entertaining-to-write term papers by providing a highlights reel of the past few weeks.  Prepare yourself.

The last two labs of the year. Also known as the MS 1 and 2 FTX, which means that these labs were planned and executed by this year’s MS 3s, and everyone got to prepare for more leadership/responsibility coming next year.  There was a big ol’ lane each day, but also something sort of special afterwards–pugil sticks and then combatives.

Hooah moment:  We took over Whitman hill, created a ring of rucksacks, and ta-da, there was  spectacle!  The curious, meandering prefrosh who were touring the campus that weekend were probably wondering what was going on with what our BC later called “giant Q-tips.”

The dining-out/awards ceremony. Parents were invited this year, and my mom came up for it.  She utterly failed to come up with suitably embarrassing childhood anecdotes about me when prompted, besides hinting that I may have not acquired a voice befitting a proper military bearing until very late.  There were really quite a lot of awards–my date, fatigued, eventually succumbed to a hand-to-knee method of applause.

Hooah moment:  I talked for a solid ten minutes about “Avatar” (a film I haven’t actually seen) with Janet Dickerson, the Vice President of Princeton University (!!!), and her husband, who both came out to support us.  The short answer?  They liked Avatar.  And they were both quite hilarious.

The final APFT.  Oooof.

UH-60 Flight

UH-60 (Black Hawk) Flight. It sucks that I don’t have a better picture to offer than this extremely…grounded shot.  All of our cell phones kind of seemed to die at the same time.  Some pictures might surface later, though now that I think about it, pictures might not be a great thing for my ego.  You see, I jumped at the chance to sit in the “hurricane seat,” meaning that because the doors were open, I got hit with the majority of the wind–and probably looked like this the whole time.

Hooah moment: Um, duh, the whole thing.  We flew over NEW YORK CITY.  In a HELICOPTER.  You know, no big deal.  Thank you, NJ National Guard.

The senior roast. I’m not going to say much about this tradition because that would spoil it.  But I will note that it was a good time, and quite fun to see the MS 4s–soon to be LTs–taken down a few notches.

Now, free for the summer!  Oh wait–what’s that?  25 more pages?  Back to work, I guess.

additional photos by Myers


Come run with us! and thoughts on summer

This coming Sunday, ROTC is hosting a 5k right here on campus in support of Hope for the Warriors, a great program that helps out wounded heroes and their families.

There are many ways to support this cause, but you should run.. (more…)

I’m stuck on you, velcro

Despite all the velcro, this was not a pile that wanted to stay together. And yes, I get dressed for PT before I go to sleep. Shut up.

We got back from JFTX Sunday evening, and I finally picked up all my laundry from the laundry room…which had turned into a battlefield.   Seeing every single uniform I have sprawled about on the counters finally made me grateful that this isn’t one of those schools that charges us to use the machines.

On this note, I just found out that next year I will have a smaller room (ugh), but it will be a single this time so I won’t have to feel bad  about claiming both of the square feet of floor space that my roommate and I share this year.  When I’m organized and on top of things (this is rare), so is my gear– I have to relegate it to the top of my closet, so getting it down before lab is a bunch of shenanigans.

Oddly enough, insufficient storage space has given my room permanent mood lighting...because one of my lights is covered.

Also, note to self: stop trying to ride your bike to the Armory with full ruck, LBE, sleep system and duffel bag.  It does not work very well.  And the security guard always looks at you funny.

Stay posted for an “after action report” about the JFTX.  I’m still folding at this point.

Spring sprain

I have been looking forward to this ski trip for quite a few weeks, and now that I’m here in Vermont, the reality is meeting all of my expectations.

Of course, like many before me I have discovered how difficult it is to train during spring break.

Since the beginning of the semester, I have been working towards the goal of a half marathon.  Imagining myself drowning in some New Jersey mud hole – hours behind the competition – has been a good motivator these last few weeks.

I have managed to make it to Monday PT after long Sunday runs and even found a way to train when my trusty canal towpath was snowed over.

But now, now I’m on vacation, and this hotel bedspread might look like bad McDonald’s wallpaper but it feels sooooo comfortable.

Luckily, I came with a great group of friends, most of whom I have run with before.  I had no problem finding people crazy enough to postpone the hot tub and go for a run after the lifts closed.

Yesterday we quickly ran out of roads.  I’m not sure if the cars full of departing day-skiers were more shocked that we were running or that we were running in shorts and t-shirts.

Eventually, boredom and curiosity led us to the snowshoe trails (I think that’s what they were?) and we spend a good quarter-hour stomping around gullies and future ski runs. At that point I congratulated myself for having worn my slightly embarrassing but impressively sparkly knee socks.

Back in the hotel room, I cramped myself between the beds and knocked out some push-ups.  It was like that old Febreze commercial…except the smell of the carpet encouraged me more on the 2 and the 4 count instead of the 1 and the 3.

Anyway, next week we have everyone’s favorite APFT, so there are even more reasons to keep this up.  I need to work hard if I want to get my sit-up score back in the 90 range and I was so close to maxing on push-ups last time…

Now I just need to find some sanity and take it easier on the slopes.  As fun as this afternoon was, I don’t think it will help anyone if I become better friends with the ski patrol guys.  Where did my ice go?