Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Things heard in class:

"So, if you were told that 596 Afghan civilians were killed by NATO forces this year, how would you know if that's a lot? A little? What should we compare that to?"

"We should compare that to the amount of Afghan civilians killed in Baghdad for the same year."

"Why would we do that?"

"It's the capital of Afghanistan."

"No it's not."

"I'm pretty sure that it is."

"No, it's not. The capital is Kabul."

While this diatribe is going on between the professor and this shithead, I'm laughing hysterically.

Here's a great article on why shit like this is gradually causing a schism between veterans and everyone else.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Things that I love:

I love that the VA is so fucked up and behind on the G.I. Bill, again, for the second year in a row.

I love whoever is in charge of our drill schedule that thinks the best thing to do before a year long deployment is to spend 4-7 days a month away from my family and job/school, especially when drills are only two weeks apart now.

I love being intelligent, hard-working, and perfectly capable of taking exams/quizzes/homework/labs weeks or months in advance in an attempt to combat said drill schedule, but being told no anyways.

I love that nerdy Bill Gates-esque professors and Femme-Dyke lab instructors who have never done anything in their life but hang out at college can destroy my academic career.

I love that if I was on the football or basketball team, these same teachers would be all over my cock to work around my schedule and accommodate me in making-up whatever I needed to whenever I wanted to.

I love that the government cares so little about the men and women who serve it that there is absolutely no law or requirement that prevents professors from doing this. The VA rep is powerless except to give me a post-it with the Ombudsman's phone number on it.

I love when I see people staying up all night and crying over the stress of an exam the next day in the library.

I love testing so well that I ruin the curve for classes, forcing professors to rework their grading scale to prevent people who were going to pass from failing.

I love often being the oldest student in the class, the most experienced, and the only one with a job.

I love knowing that when these coddled infants graduate, their complete lack of life experience and hands-on knowledge will make their applications to post-professional schools and jobs fall flat when put up against applications from people like me and other service members.

In the end though, I am reminded of LTC White's words: this is the life that I chose. Events like these made me glad I joined the Army. Without the Army, I would still be a fat, spineless child that would roll over on issues like this. I signed my DESP contract last month at AT, extending my ETS beyond our deployment so that I can deploy with my company. I am excited for Afghanistan and the challenge it will bring. It feels like I will be going home, where I belong, away from all this dumb college and work bullshit, full of uncompassionate backstabbers who have never worked a hard day in their life.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Cleaning house

Sorry for all the Chinaman spam in my comments, hopefully no one was stupid enough to click on the links. Not sure if that's going to be a common thing, if so I may have to switch to a different blogging medium.

I should have a post up tomorrow sometime, sorry for not posting anything for 6 months.