This is a story I put up on myspace forever ago, its from the beginning of plebe year. I thought it was on here but some of you don't know the story so here it is:
Ok, so for those of you who aren't cadets, this might be a good story, but I'm writing it more for cadets and those who want to become cadets. this is a lesson I learned the hard way in the past week, learn from my mistake.
When you go to the health clinic, and they put you on profile, especially against your will, obey the profile.
Plebe beating, I mean PE 116-Boxing, is a required course, there's no way out of it. If you get Dr. Barone, I'm sorry, just don't be late, screw around, or get put on profile and you should be fine.
I've been sick for about a month now. At one point, I was 'better' and thought that was the end, but Water Polo tryouts almost killed me, and my roommates finally convinced me to go to sick call and get medical help. I woke up at five, the clinic was closed. oh well, get my shower done so i won't have to do it later. . .
5:30, still closed. . .
0600 the clinic finally opens. I go in and wait in line forever, just to be told to go back to my room and make an appointment for later in the day. So I go back to my room, and have very little time before breakfast formation. Obviously I haven't had the time to learn the meals for the day, look at the days, or read the news. I'm at my first sergeant's table for breakfast table, oh crap, now what? maybe he won't ask. . .
after breakfast we were supposed to(we being all the plebes at the table and their team leaders) report to 1sgt's room at 0640 the next morning.
i look at my schedule for the day, the only time i can go to sick call that they have an opening is at 10:30, leaving me little time to get across cadet area to Arvin(the building) for boxing class. Dr. Barone is a jerk about bein late, so I fire off a quick e-mail telling him, basically, that I'm screwed and i'll try to make it to class on time.
I make it to boxing, barely in time to explain that the clinic just put me on profile. Short version of Dr. Barone's response: "MEAT HEAD, IF YOU MISS THIS CLASS TODAY AND FRIDAY, I'M GONNA DROP YOU FROM IT AND YOU GET TO TAKE STAP(summer school)!!!"
So being the wise guy that I am, I call the clinic and make them change my profile to let me box. . .big mistake.
Apperantly when you get hit in the nose with a sinus infection, it hurts about ten times worse, and bleeds really easily/bad.
To make things better, the closest person(in weight) to me in the class is about 20 pounds heavier, and has years of martial arts training(fast reflexes, knows how to take and give a punch?)
Add insult to injury, when I got back to my barracks from boxing, lunch formation was already formed up. Everyone noticed the bloody, half dead looking plebe walking by. Luckily there was an entrance close by, so I was able to dodge most people.
While washing the blood from my face, I noticed that it was all over my body and that I was gonna hafta shower to get it off. By the time I'm out of the shower and in uniform, lunch is over, but the mess hall is still open. So I take off running to try and get some lunch, and run into one of the sergeants from my table.
"Where were you!!!" she yelled at me.
Oh, joy, now I'm gonna get yelled at for not showing up to a mando(mandatory) meal. Luckily, upon hearing my pathetic story, she takes pitty on me and lets me go.
Oh yeah, while I was lucky enough to have a free period after lunch, that was supposed to be spent finishing my HI 103 homework for the period after that. Crap, now i'm gonna get in trouble for not finishing that too. . .
Hahaha, it was a long day, but i survived. There are many morals here: as bad as you think you(civilians) have it, it could be worse(ie: you could be in the USCC); if you stick it out, things get better(we had a football game that night, life was fun for a while); and, probably the most important, OBEY YOUR PROFILE!!!!
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