Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Basics

First and foremost, I need to stop taking out my anger and frustration on Caitlin. It's not her fault that things are so stressful right now. Even when that stress involves her sometimes, it's not her fault. Take today for instance, just because she locked her keys in the car and we had to call around for someone to open it, and she had to get to work and I had to wait for said person to come, doesn't make it her fault. Okay - you missed a class. If YOU would just study for that test, meet with a TA during office hours and find the notes from someone, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Deal with it.

Second, Basic starts Feb. 7th. Or, I ship out for BCT on the 7th. In 123 Days. That means its time to prepare. Learn what needs to be learned. And work out. Keep in shape. Prepare mentally. I can't understand - lack of internet or not - why that concept is so difficult for me to grasp. Get ready. This is serious. Do the tutorials. Do the push ups and sit ups. Visit the gym - YMCA or Mark Twain - and run. You're already scared out of your mind, even if you are looking forward to it. Minimize the fear by learning about it. Educating yourself. Preparing.

Thirdly. School is not going to become easier unless you study and do the work and ask for help and read the book. Doing one out of four is not going to do much good. That's 25%. That's failing. Plain and simple. Read the chapters. Study the notes. Do the examples. Start on the homework early. Okay, you don't have enough time. Make the time.

Fourth - Work. Okay, you switched departments and have to pay shit all over again. Do it. Not much else you can do since you already agreed. Talk to Mary M. See if a pay raise is possible. If not, just deal with it, okay? Save your money. Pay your bills. You have a Cell Bill to pay. Car insurance. AC credit card. Nana needs a hundred. You need running shoes. You promised you'd pay Caitlin Tow Truck thing. You can't just rely on this loan thing because it pretty much seems like you're not getting it. So deal with it, Mayo.

Oh yeah - and do something about that apartment of yours. Its a mess.

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