That’s right. Zero. As in…this day doesn’t count towards
anything.
So we started the day with brunch that was supposed to be at
the waffle house, with a bunch of people from the facebook group. Turns out the
waffle house was really tiny and there was no room so we went across the street
to the “Country Pride” restaurant. Whatever that is.
We sat around and gulped our last coffee and ate our last
normal meal and talked about how miserable we thought we would or wouldn’t be,
what we were afraid of, etc. It was really nice to spend those last few hours
with people so that I didn’t become a giant stress ball. We eventually decided
it was time to go, drove back to bas, crammed our suitcases into everyone’s
car, and they drove over to in-processing. We walked over to the cars and got
all the suitcases out, did a final shoelaces tucked in, shirt tucked in, hair
up, smile gone check and walked over to “in-processing” A drill sergeant told
us to put our suitcases down on one of a bunch of picnic tables and then get in
line with our paperwork. We handed n the paperwork, got name tags and a folder
that has gone literally everywhere with me since, including most trips to the
bathroom. We were then instructed to “go over there, drink 2 cups of water, and
get in line” where a drill sergeant taught us how to stand at attention
properly, and a few basic marching commands. We were then filed inside where we
stopped at different tables to get our room key, our flight assignments (small
group of 16 people we do everything with) computer password, reflective belt,
poncho, OTSMAN, and a water bottle. Along the way we were yelled at, mostly right
in our faces, for stepping over, or not close enough to, the blue line on the
floor. Or looking around. Or down. Or up. Or anything not straight ahead. It
wasn’t really that bad…mostly the officers just sounded annoyed.
The female officers are ridiculous. I’m pretty sure they’re
all insecure, because they are cray-zee when they yell. The males stand there
and yell in a stern voice. The female officers scream like they are frantic and
wave their arms around and get really shrill. Like they have something to
prove. Someone should tell them that they would get more respect for being loud
and in control than they do for being frantic.
So the OTSMAN. The OTSMAN is the Officer Training School
Manual, which we have to read literally any second that we are not actively
doing something else. We were rushed through the line to go stand in the
hallway for 30 minutes, so we read the OTSMAN, silently, in lines. We were
waiting in between lines for 3 minutes, and we were told to “Get smart!” AKA
Read the OTSMAN. It has ALL of the rules for this month including how/when to
salute, how/when to walk anywhere, procedure for opening and closing lecture,
what we can and can’t do, curfew hours, dining procedures (a whole other
adventure…)…everything. So we read it. ALL. THE. TIME. If I had a dollar for
every time an officer or drill sergeant said “You should be reading your OTSMAN”,
I wouldn’t need the Air Force to pay for medical school.
Anyway. Eventually we got our suitcases and were given an
hour to go put stuff away in our rooms. My roommate, thank you God, has been in
the air force as an enlisted member since she was 18 and is now 30something.
Awesome resource!
Then we went back downstairs and lines up. There are 320
people here, broken up into 3 Squadrons (Falcons, Guardians, Griffins. I’m a
Guardia) and a bunch of flights (alpha, bravo, Charlie, etc. down the military
alphabet. I am November flight, and so is everyone who lives in my section of
the hallway) So they broke us up into squadrons and marched us to the clothing
store, where everyone bought all the stuff we would need for our uniforms and
random other things (flashlight with yellow cone, batteries, blab la bla) and
got things altered if need be. Then we marched back to our dorms and put stuff
away until Dinner.
We lined up again outside, and after much re-arranging and calling
people with prior service out of the group to be the heads of the lines, we
marched over to the DFac (Dining facility) where we stood in line for a long
time, reading the OTSMAN. I’m not even going to bother explaining dining
procedures. There are a bazillion rules, and you get screamed at for breaking
any of them. The gist is, you don’t look at anyone or anything but your food, you
eat as fast as you can, you don’t talk.
Non-enjoyable.
Then we filed out and to the auditorium for some briefings
that I don’t even remember what they were about. Ha! I think that’s all for that day….it’s starting
to all blur together.
Apparently we have ALL of Friday off for the 4th
of July, (despite it being the 5th) and hopefully I’ll catch up
then.
But I’m still alive and I don’t hate it yet so I guess that’s
good! It’s super humid and hot and gross, but we are constantly “hydrating” out
of the camebacks we have so we probably won’t die at least. :-P
I gotta go do some homework. Ciao!
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