ROTC

I am so out of place today. I took an assignment to sub in general science, and it turns out to be a class in ROTC physical training. What, me? I wanted to reject the assignment as soon as I realized what it entailed - being out in 40 degree temperatures, doing laps on the track, and playing soccer. I am the most unphysical, unathletic person, totally wrong for the job. Plus, I mean, I just had pneumonia. I don't want to get sick again!

I am saved, however, by one of the cadets who says the commander doesn't train with them, that they do it themselves, having leaders assigned to conduct and supervise the training, that I can stay inside, go on the internet, which, as you can see, I am. Hope the same rules apply for the other periods, four more of them. we'll see. Damn, what do I call this Friday? Fried Friday, I think.

As expected, all students stood when they said the pledge of allegiance, and responded military style when the chief cadet took attendance. I've had at least 3 of the students in other classes, and was glad to see them. I look so out of place, however. Me, with my scarves and berets and vinyl bag with a colorful print of the New York Dolls written on it, and "personality crisis" scrawled in bold letters. Just what ROTC is looking for. Maybe I'll be salvaged. Okay, they're back from physical training. I'm out of here. I mean here.