Today-

Actually, it went by pretty good.
I messed up maybe once or twice, but all things considered, I think I did a rather decent job.
Mr. Fred and I had a hard time keeping our military baring [in a nut shell for all you civvies- composure] at some times. [Me more so than others, he didn't do it like I'm used to and it threw me off a bit at first.]

Either way, today went wayy smoother than I thought it would. Granted, my voice isn't doin so well.. I'm workin on not talking as much to save it. Anybody got any ideas as far as soothing a throat/getting your voice back quickly? I kinda really need it for next week.. : /
Thanks if you help.

Well I'm off to do biology homework; story of my life here lately.

As Promised..

Here's my post today.
Okay, so, my first parade as CO pretty much sucked monkey balls.
Pardon my vulgar language, but it did. I won't go too far into detail, other than if you look at the pictures taken of me, and you know my mother and the face she gets when she's mad, you will see from the way my mouth is set, I was pissed. Anyway, I don't want to dwell on the negative. Let's shoot for the positive! : D

Okay, sooo, I just got back from seeing a movie with two friends and one friends niece [who happens to be our age..?] and it was great. We have started a tradition now; about once a month we go and have a GNO [Girls Night Out] and see a movie. One of the original crew couldn't make it, so B invited MT to go, and overall it was a pretty good night. We saw Shopahol*c. And let me tell you, you HAVE to go see it. It's amazing. I had to pee thirty minutes into the movie but couldn't leave. Sooo, as the credits start rolling, they're laughing their butts off at me as I pull a Grandma and grab up my ginormous purse and waddle out of the theatre trying not to pee myself. Then, wouldn't you know, Shameeka and her girlfriend was blockin' my way out tha little gate thang, and girl, I had ta go. I was all s'cuse meh, pardon meh, girl move I gots ta pee! while my friends are laughing so hard they're practically doubled over and then I penguined it to the bathroom, to find that I had to wait even longer. So, my mature self proceeds to do the little kid potty dance not caring who saw. You know the one, knees together, hopping in a way, swaying a little, with that distressed look on your face? Yea. That one. Soo, entertainment of the night, was Paige having to pee after an hour and a half of holding it.
Great.

It has come to my attention..

That I am once again probably the worlds worst blogger.

I'm not goin to make excuses, I just suck at bogging. So I'd like to apologize for anyone that has been waiting 60million years on a new, 'exciting' post. I've been waiting on pictures from the church trip I went on to be uploaded on other peoples F-Books. I think some finally have, so I'll definately blog about that soon.

Right now, I have to go get my uniform ready and the kitchen done seeing as A)I have to march my platoon in a parade tomorrow and don't want to be in a rush to get my stuff together in the AM and B) I didn't clean the kitchen last night because I had a busy day and had to get my homework done once I finally got home last night good for the first time around 9 o'clock. [I went to see Shakespeares 'Twelfth Night' at my high school for extra credit; it was actually quite funny and entertaining.]

Sooo, I bid you 'Adieu' and I shall blog again tomorrow.
PROMISE.

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