Did you know it's National Yell-At-Paige Day?

Yeah, me neither. Until I got to ROTC today and was outside for inspection and Master Chief decided to come tell me how much my platoons uniforms suck. -_- I gave them twenty minutes to check over each other, that I didn't have to give mind you!, and they still got like 30ish marks off all together. So as everyone else is quiet and at attention [see earlier post for what that is ( :] I'm hearing 'J! Why don't you have a better handle on your platoon?! You need to straighten them up! Do you hear me?! Every point they get off is a point off you! Understand?! GOOD!' and having spit fly towards my face. I'm pretty sure I looked like the : smiley. I was pissed. I'm like what the crap?? but I said, of course, 'Yes sir.' because that's all you can say..
Then, as we're marching, my platoon is sucking monkey balls, pardon my erm.. latin? [it's not quite bad enough to be considered french, I don't think..] but anyways, 'J! What are you doing?!?!?!?!? Get your people lined up with this platoon! BLAHBLAHBLAH.' from MC.
He humiliated me ya'll. I was almost crying. And I was pissed at myself for not calling the commands with a strong voice since I was almost crying, and pissed at him wondering why in the doodle he was calling me out when I was making less mistakes than the other 2 C/O's.
So when I came home and told Mama and Mr. Fred about it, apparently that's Master Chiefs way of showing either A) he expects more out of me and/or B) he's trying to make me mad so I'll be more determined and therefor will be better. I'm just like I don't really know WHAT his problem is, but he turns 51 tomorrow and I swear he's as crusty as the Titanic and all its barnacle covered goodness down at the bottom of the ocean. -_- I mean, I love him to death and all [you have to know him and be able to appreciate his weirdness] but he's so.. Ugh. I had people coming up to me 'Wow J, you looked like an idiot out there...' *straight face* 'Well thanks (insert name), I thought so too..' Maybe he's just mad because he's getting old.. Ha.
Anyways... My shipmates are afraid of tomorrow. Hehehe.. Is that a good thing? I heard them talking and they're like 'Oh gosh she's gonna yell.. I've heard she's scary mad but dang.. Did you see her face???... I think I'm gonna skip 2nd tomorrow, she doesn't look to happy..' Dang skippy I ain't happy! It's okay. They thought I was mean this week? Wait till I'm making then learn how to properly march out in the cold air next week. Since apparently they don't know how. ( :

Alsoooo, I'm glad ya'll enjoy my stick people. I'll start using them more often. ^_^

WHAT was I thinking?!

-Mumbles in mimicking voice- 'I wanna be CO.. I wanna be in charge of a platoon of baboons.. I can straighten them up...'
Uhhh, RIGHT! About that..

Alright, today in class in ROTC made me realize why T [my previous CO] wanted so badly to give up his position. Even though we are in high school, the guys still act like they're four freakin years old! I think it might also have something to do with the fact that I'm a girl in charge of them. Dead serious. Which is really stupid if you ask me, just 'cause I have a V***** [yep, I went there] doesn't mean I have any less authority than a CO with a P**** would have. SO get over it. I mean seriously! I am in charge of you. You are being loud. I tell you to lock it up, by golly lock it up!



Here's a lovely example. A friend of mine [let's call him F] thinks that because we're friends, he doesn't have to listen to me and go to attention/parade rest/seats like everyone else. Well guess again honey. I'm not your friend in the ROTC room. I'm the person BM1 put in charge of you to set you straight. Get used to it. For those of you who don't know what in the doodle those three things are up there, I made visuals using Paint. ( : [Don't laugh. These things took me like a freakin hour and a half. APPRECIATE that I love ya'll enough to make visuals for you. Kthx. :D]

I believe these speak for themselves. :

Decided to use a little color in the 'seats' one. :D

It's so frustrating! Then he has the guts to ask me at lunch if he was better today. I had three guys I had to separate [I'm in charge of EVERYTHING in the classroom. Seating arrangement included.] today because they couldn't be quiet and work, he was one of those. Also, I had to put them at seats three times. I really don't want to drop them [make them do push ups] because I hate push ups and the minimum I can give them according to the new CO of the Unit is 25. And if I drop them, I have to do them too; 'Leadership by example'. -_- Frick. Looks like I'm gonna have me some beastly arms before the nine-weeks is over.

Mmkay. Rant time is over. ( :

Oh wait, also, notice how with time, my paint pictures got better, and more colorful. :D