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Log
8/12/10
Schedule
01:00 Hours: Commander Yarholar is INSANE...
02:00 Hours: Lots of rebels & prisoners in there; fortunately there was a medic.
03:00 Hours: My superior officer is awesome. He inspires the troops.
04:00 Hours: Alright. We have to stay there for TWO hours though.
Lunch: Alright as expected.
[Recon/Intel: Me and one of my soldiers went on a recon mission behind enemy lines to secure food and supplies; our platoon wasn't able to join us.]
05:00 Hours: Pretty good; me and the troops can discuss future invasions there.
06:00 Hours: We had INSANE commander Yarholar again.
07:00 hours: We stayed there until 07:20 hours, to prepare to return back to our respective sub-divisions.
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8/13/10
It's going to be a long year...
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8/15/10
I have gathered most of my gear. We're ready to push through the Bocage country.
Lieutenant Yarholar (hopefully) won't be commanding me at 01:00 hours.
I'll report back as often as I can...
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8/17/10
Yarholar no longer commands me at 01:00 hours. My replacement is the revered Burgess, who has been my Officer for THREE years now.
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8/20/10
01:00 hours: A private in the barracks is pissing me off. Here's to hoping he dies.
04:00 hours: Although Gardella is incompetent and arbitrary, she won't give us any missions on our break. Also, a prisoner got hauled by LaHonda. Something tells me that LaHonda will haul MANY others in her lustrous career...
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8/23/10
01:00 hours: I still hope he dies. Bastard. I have developed tactics to avoid him though.
04:00 hours: A retarded soldier moved to my sub-division. Damn.
LaHonda is a fail commander. She speaks quietly and does not explain the battle plan well.
No one takes her seriously.
06:00 hours: Lieutenant Yarholar is bugging me, because I moved out of her sub-division. Other troops are asking me why.
"Why? To gain muscle-mass to help out in the long run!" *thumbs up* - Private
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8/25/10
We have WAY too many missons.
The ASSingments are, but not limited to:
* Reading 2 Combat Manuals
* Copying maps & enemy strongholds
* Gathering Intel on experimental military tactics
* Summarizing a POW camp
* Using mathematical formulas to calculate the trajectories and flight patterns of ballistic missiles
(tags: bullshit, lots of reading, arse, non-woot-ism, bulling, ...)
In a nutshell, this war is not going to win itself...
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9/1/10
02:00 hours: The Major is pissing me off. She is blind, deaf, and dumb. How the hell did she become an officer anyway?
Lieutenant Papera has forced me to decommission my combat gear to my storage unit. Damn.
03:00 hours: *Inhales and exhales slowly*
04:00 hours: LaHonda is wearing me out...
07:00 hours: LaHonda read to us from a trainees manuel instead of letting us do our drills.
I thought we were fighting a war. *Flags LaHonda*
On the bright side a 4 day withdrawal is coming up. MORALE BOOST + 40
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9/8/10
CaptainSW has been complaining that I remove old content for newer ones.
Albeit, I have added a SEPARATE Morale-o-Meter to the individual entries from now on.
01:00 hours: The 2 maggots that were in my squad were killed today by a grenade blast. God bless.
One remains...
02:00 hours: Yeah. No missions yet. *waits impatiently*
04:00 hours: I don't even listen to LaHonda anymore...
06:00 hours: We're currently performing battle-plans for our class. A written report is also required for a Combat "A".
I have time left though...
In a few weeks winter shall begin. We'll have to move out of the Bocage... *foreshadowing*
Morale: 87%
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9/15/10
01:00 hours: The bastards in there make me wonder if this war worth fighting for.
02:00 hours: *Hides from enemy arse-fire*
03:00 hours: We were asked to document our advances through the Bocage. I'll begin writing about once more Intel is gathered.
04:00 hours: Most of my time is spent hiding from LaHonda's Wrath; I don't pay attention to orders.
Morale: 26%
I am losing hope for humanity. My morale has diminished for a number of reasons:
1. Religious/theological debates with other dumbass, ignorant soldiers.
2. Tedious work.
3. Time itself.
4. Fatigue.
On the bright side, The Woota National Anthems were played at our base camp; my morale recovered, but the joy didn't last long.
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9/16/10
Things are only getting worse.
I have a minor illness at the moment. Symptoms include: Violent sneezing, headaches, fatigue, bulliness
I have deep feelings of lassitude and depression, most likely due to hormonal shifts. Albeit, arses are also wearing me down.
I don't know if I can go for 1 more day.
Morale: 6% (Extremely Critical)
This will probably be my last post for a while. *salutes*
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9/21/10
I have gained a bit of morale to write.
01:00 hours: I am getting used to the arses in there. Although the fact that they keep saying N-word constantly is starting to piss me off...
02:00 hours: It has been 29 combat days, and yet we still haven't cooked any thing. Dumb-ass Myrick just keeps on rambling about safety and procedure. The 1st quarter is nearly over!
That's enough Myrick, that's ENOUGH.
04:00 hours: Oh, what's that? LaHonda is talking? Bull. *Listens to Woota Anthems in head*
I am ready for the winter to set in. I am getting bulled by the heat. I need to be in the cold... *more foreshadowing*
Morale: 13% (recovering)
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9/24/10
01:00 hours: The arse-hole has been neutralized. An ignorant, self-absorbed bitch with a bad attitude has taken his place.
I apologize for the language, but I can't describe that whore in a more appropriate manner.
02:00 hours: We will (finally) cook something on 27th and the 28th.
05:00 hours: This is my favorite class due to the new seating chart. Discussing plans with the troops has become easier than ever.
06:00 hours: Talking conditions have also improved here.
07:00 hours: "Bridge" is quite pointless.
The higher-ups say we need to read bull to improve "comprehension" and "reading" scores. LaHonda goes around the camp asking everyone what combat manuel they're reading. What. The. Bull. Why the arse would we read anything!? We labor too much for that kind of bulliness.
Combat Training has changed so much since I was a younger youngin'... *looks back on the good ole days*
The original purpose of "bridge" is to prepare us to return back to our sub-divisions. We must get our things from our combat gear receptacle and then bull around for 20 minutes before we can go home.
Why can't we just get our gear and leave?
It's not like the soldiers are dumbasses or anything. Oh wait.
Morale: 67% (comeback)
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9/27/10
01:00 hours: My weight training partners are failures. They douchers never actually work out. They don't listen to my advice either, which is understandable; it's not like I know what I'm talking about. *sarcasm sarcasm*
Oh, and that bitch is still in there.
02:00 hours: Myrick finally cooked something for us: pizza snack. It tasted truly awful, and I nearly gagged as I ate it while walking to my combat storage unit.
For our next project, we will be working with squads of 4-5 soldiers. We shall cook the pizza snack again, but without dumbass Myrick's help.
My position is Assistant Manager. I picked it because I just have to do easy things like, keep track of the time, make sure everyone has everything, etc.
03:00 hours: Not bad. The work hasn't been too difficult... *foreshadowing*
04:00 hours: I need to get my "combat grade" up. *starts cheating*
06:00 hours: Lieutenant Yarholar hasn't been back for a week. But to be honest, I could care less; I like exploiting substitute officers.
It's gotten colder today... *even more foreshadowing*
My morale went down a bit. But some U.R.B. will make me feel better...
Morale: 53% (sub-par)
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9/29/10
I have lost an incredible amount of morale. Can't explain.
Morale: 4%
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10/3/10
I was bulled out and decided to pull a Ferris Bueller on the 1st. I enjoyed my 3 day withdrawal period.
I managed to successfully bull around.
Time for another brutal week.
Morale: 74%
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10/4/10
01:00 hours: The Revered Burgess had given me the Soldier of Month award! I had received extra rations (Coke, Laffy Taffy, Blow Pop). I gained a morale boost. *salutes Burgess*
This would have been awarded sooner, but I bulled out on Friday.
02:00 hours: We cooked Hot dogs that were wrapped in crescent-shaped rolls (Forgot what it was called). After eating it, I can honestly say that these bastards couldn't cook to save their damn lives.
03:00 hours: We will turn in our topics for our "Research (ASSault) Paper" on Thursday. I'm thinking about writing about The Battle of Bastogne, which technically hasn't happened yet, because the theme of my writings is WWII... *paradox*
04:00 hours: Work. Lots of it. Like an arse-load. *flips off in an UNGATHA-Sizing rage*
05:00 hours: We are forced to read another Combat Manuel called "Our Town." This fine piece of literature is boring me to death. We will have to finish our combat questions by Friday.
06:00 hours: See "04:00 hours"
Well the The Fall Withdrawal is on it's way... Can't wait. *is forced to wait*
Morale: 72%
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10/5/10
03:00 hours: Failed to turn a combat assignment in; F is imminent.
Also, Colonel McDonald gave us a huge lecture. He asked questions like: "What was the reaction to the 2nd Continental Congress?" or "Who made up the Sons of Liberty?" or something like that.
Nobody could answer it. Failed attempts at answering resulted in de-dignification (of which I was a victim.)
Then he lectured all sorts of bull for the rest of the hour.
I Lol'd at the end when he said "EPIC FAIL in the Pre-AP class..."
LOL
04:00 hours: I need to work on my zoning-out skills. LaHonda nearly bulled me by asking me a random Q when I was caught off guard. Fortunately a female cook (politically incorrect sexism, oh cmon! It's the 40s!) whispered the answer to me as I approached my potential doom.
What could this mean for Diplomatic Relations of the Future? Tune in next time to find out!
Morale: 20% (A result of arses, work, and those damn "hormonal shifts")
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10/10/10
Lots 'o' bull planned for the upcoming week.
On Tuesday, at around 09:00 hours 2nd Lieutenant Yarholar will lead, about 96% of our entire sub-division, to a Field-Patrol to the Animal-Holding Plant. It is a bully all day assault that I will NOT participate in. As a result, I will watch from the side-lines via Ferris Bueller.
Monday
01:00 hours: We are maxing-out on our Assault-Lifting this week. Time to prove myself worthy of Ungatha-Ship.
02:00 hours: Some of the cooking has been moved around due to the field-patrol.
03:00 hours: We will get 2 articles that we will have to summarize, hi-light, etc.
04:00 hours: LaHonda might not give us any home-missions, once again, because of the field patrol.
05:00 hours: We have a damned packet to turn in. (damn)
06:00 hours: Yarholar is sending our entire subdivision to the Animal-Holding Plant.
Tuesday
[pulls Ferris Bueller]
I will stay at the home-front to finish the ASSignments given on Monday.
Wednesday
I will miss the first 4 hours of the day because of the PSAT/NMSQT. The day will then carry out normally.
Thursday
We will labor like usual. I will make up the Assault-Lifting.
Friday
See "Thursday"
The weather cools even more *are you sick of all this foreshadowing?*
After this week there will be 3 more combat-days (10/18 - 10/20) and then...
*drumroll*
THE FALL WITHDRAWAL!
That's all folks!
Morale: 70% (confident)
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10/12/10
I have been hauled by McDonald.
It happened yesterday. Here goes...
McDonald lectured us again about paying attention and understanding the material etc. Mcdonald called on me. I was bulled. It was a question that nobody knew the answer to. We had never gone over the subject. He knew that I didn't know the answer and was purposely bulling me. He continued staring at me until I answered. Scared, I looked at my notes for answers. I did not find any.
McDonald made this process incredibly painful because he was trying to "prove" something. What did you prove you bastard? That nobody knows the answer?
After he was finished destroying my soul, he said: "2 years of geography, guys..."
Um. What did we learn in those 2 years? In 6th grade we learned about the SOUTHERN hemisphere. In 7th grade we learned about the EASTERN hemisphere. We have little to none foreknowledge about this.
Sometime later he asks another question: "If you were a General where would you attack on the eastern coast of the 13 colonies?"
Every answer was shot down. He asked counter-questions when my colleagues answered. Not having any foreknowledge (keyword) they all failed. He literally insults their intelligence afterwords. Asshole. He's almost a bully.
What did you prove this time? That 8th graders aren't military geniuses? I'd like to see you survive a mere 20 waves. Jerk.
I get called on again. This was my fault though. Here's what happened.
Bastard-Asshole (McDonald) looks at my general direction. I then call attention on myself by looking at the clock. A crucial mistake.
He calls on me. I stare at him, thinking of how dumb I was to give myself away. "Do you even know the question?" I nod. He rants for a while then continues chopping me up into pieces. Then he says "I'm not going to move on to the next person y'know."
I swallowed. I look at the map in my book for answers. Desperate, I decide to guess wildly.
"I would attack on the tip of Boston." I say nervously. "Why?" He asks. "Didn't they just leave Boston?" He shakes his head.
The worst part? He told us to guess.
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I was not embarrassed. No one had a clue. I was mostly struck with awe; his temperament was terrible. Fortunately, I won't have to see him today, because of the Ferris Bueller. Nor tomorrow because of the PSAT.
This wasn't the first time that he (Bastard-Asshole) has done this; it won't be the last.
Morale: 7% (traumatized)
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10/13/10
01:00 hours: The PSAT (AKA NMSQT, AKA Numsquat) was bully. It was a 4 hour long test that nearly drove me insane.
Here's what I did.
1. Pull on hair
2. Pick at pimple
3. Place hand on face
4. Try to fall asleep
5. Eat pencil
6. Wipe hands on legs
7. Breathe out in exasperation.
8. Lose mind
[4 hours pass]
03:00 hours: 5 minutes remain. I copy down the bull I can by a worksheet kindly distributed by Bastard-Asshole.
04:00 hours: LaHonda's 2 hours felt particularly long today. I bulled out this time when she called on me. I am ALWAYS in her LOS (line-of-sight, military term). I can never escape the LaHonda. I am forced to pay attention now.
Think of of it this way. There are soldiers in the front. There are soldiers in the back. I am a NCO (Non-commissioned officer) in the back, that also happens to be in LaHonda's sights...
*sniper fires*
05:00 hours: Reading. Writing. Work. And more work.
06:00 hours: Benchmark to be taken tomorrow. Prepared (sort of, will pass though)
Quote of the Day: "You're going to have to pay more attention, sweetie." - Master Sergeant Sniper Elitist Gardella LaHonda K.
Morale: 30% (Asi-asi)
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10/16/10
I am waiting for the next week to end. Fall Break, here I come.
Morale: 59% (Expires: 10/18)
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10/18/10
01:00 hours: Getting stronger...
03:00 hours: McDonald has bulled me again. He knows that I don't know the answer, yet he continues to call on me. My excuse for not being here on Tuesday or Wednesday wasn't good enough. What do you want from me!? God Damn.
This is making me wonder about Diplomatic Relations of the Future. No seriously. I'm worried about my overall self-preservation.
Lots o tests today and tomorrow. I need a break... On another note, I wonder whether 15,991+ characters will be enough for the whole year.
Morale: 2% (milk)
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10/19/10
One more day.
01:00 hours: Bitch status: neutralized. We play combat-ball on Tuesdays and Thursdays after running.
03:00 hours: Survived McDonald due to test. Not sure about tomorrow. The chances seem relativity high though.
04:00 hours: LaHonda lied to us! She said NO combat-work this week! Bullsh*t! Damn.
06:00 hours: Yarholar is out of commission this week and the next due to medical injuries (surgery, LOL.) 1st Lieutenant Bartell shall substitute during that time. She has been my superior, in some form or another, since the 5th grade.
When will she leave...
Morale: 24% [insert witty comment regarding the percentage here]
9:52 UPDATE: After pondering for a while, and considering all the variables, I decided to pull another Ferris Bueller. This 5-day weekend shall let me catch up on a few things:
1. Review (I need to prepared for McDonald's questions, or face my doom)
2. MNB quota (Victoria Cross *drools*)
3. Sanity
4. Good ole R & R
5. Sleep (I've seriously fallen behind)
6. Bastogne (I've found new sources; the project isn't dead yet)
Here's how this Ferris Bueller was pulled...
Realizing that this was my 3rd one this year I decided to mix things up. Abz might not fall for it so soon, and I only have one chance, so I had to make this one count. In the past, I just asked to stay home. But y'know. I wanted to bull around.
1. I made background cough-sounds (I'm a terrible actor by the way) to warm him up.
2. I later approached him saying that I feel nauseated. He gave me meds.
3. In the morning I will act bulled out in order to seal the GOD DAMN deal.
See what I did there? I made the plot more believable. Then abz incompetence does the rest.
Now what are the risks?
1st & 2nd hours: Electives don't matter. (sorry Burgess)
3rd hour: McDonald. The risks are obvious. I might have survived today, but I couldn't take it. Their was a survey thing that we had to do, but I'm not worried; nothing serious/sinister (Casino Royale reference.)
4rth hour: LaHonda? No. Just stop it. My head hurts.
5th hour: An essay is to be typed; bull that.
6th hour: *falls asleep*
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10/23/20
MONO died yesterday. Words cannot describe my emotions.
This is one of the many things hauling my morale:
1. MONOs death (as stated)
2. McDonald (I am scared out of my life...)
3. McDonald's research paper (the main idea/thesis is due next week!)
4. MONOs death
5. MONOs death
How am I going to survive next week? Not sure at this point.
I really have to stop bulling around and get down to business.
Let's break this down:
1. MONOs death: I will mourn regularly, grieving away. I will also get some sort of marker for the honorable NA-NEGROW.
2. McDonald: I have to study my entire book (literally) in order to get info. Then I pray.
I assume that he will continue f*cking me up until I finally answer a question correctly. I'm in trouble. I have no idea what he'll do if don't mess up again. Sooner or later, I'll push him over the edge...
3. Oh lord. 3-4 main ideas and the thesis are due on the 28th. I will have to venture out to Nicaragua in order to get Intel. I'll try to leave tomorrow.
Albeit.
Morale: 3% (MONOs death + McDonald Paranoia)
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10/25/10
My arse is being protected and I just now realized that.
McDonald is a jerk. We all know this. Fortunately I won't have to encounter him as much. Albeit, let me give you an example(s).
The time he asked me the Yorktown question was the last time I would have to deal with that particular chapter in the book. The next day we took the test over it. And on Wednesday, I ditched.
We'll miss many days, or at least cut-into his class-time, due to other bull.
For instance, we are taking the EXPLORE test tomorrow, 1-3 hours (I don't know if it ends at the beginning of 3rd hour or at the end. I'm hoping for the best.)
McDonald has even stated that bull similar to this will cut-into 3rd hour! Confirmed.
All that combined with Ferris Bueller's (which are regularly pulled) makes the McDonald experience much easier. This gives me time to prepare for discussions, which would normally result in death and overall dignity/morale loss...
Now. For current events.
On Tuesday, we'll take that heaven-sent (an act of an Algorithmic God) EXPLORE test. It focuses on careers as well as basic, standard-issue test bull. I will turn in the Our Town essay (typed) to Melton.
After school I will study more for discussions (albeit, I am suffering from McDonald-Paranoia. Symptoms: Text-book reading, loss of sanity) I will also go to Combat and Nobles for the outline/thesis that's due Thursday!
Wednesday is the first day, in a long time, that I will have to face McDonald head-on. No more bulling.
That studying should pay off, as will my absence from Mud Blood, StarCraft.
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As you may have noticed, I changed my location to Bastogne (topic for research paper too.)
The days are going by fast. And the hours, faster. It's hard to believe that November is just around the corner. And the research paper is due in December! How fast is this Combat-year going to end?
It's almost half over.
Morale: 68% (let's see how long that lasts)
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10/27/10
Super bully day yesterday. I would've wrote about it sooner, but I was bulled out with work.
Lots of catching up to do...
Oct. 26
A tiresome/loathsome day of school passes (the EXPLORE test made me wish I had a nearby revolver.) After school I was to head out to Combat-and-Nobles for research. But then the sh*t was going to hit the fan (idiom, Google it.)
Abz had a meeting at 4ish so I couldn't relax at home for a bit before going. Abz got mad and started yelling about that he'll be late and bull. He doesn't understand the concept of unwinding...
So after I get home I do the following things:
1. Piss (emergency)
2. Drink (ironic?)
3. Grab notebook
30 seconds later, I'm out the door.
I was anticipating the first stop as abz warned me. He bulled there for a while and this song came on.
Bulled around 2 more locations taking up more than 2 hours (1 hour and 59 minutes and 1 minute, respectively.) During this time I stayed inside of the car, losing my patience and mind.
We went to McDonald's (more irony) and refueled. Abz got me a large root-beer cuz I was pissed! :o
Then we finally drove to Combat-and-Nobles. There, I did not find the book that was supposed to be in stock. I found another though, it was over the Bulge, which was a larger battle but it had Bastogne in it. I had all the data I needed. I scoured across the pages looking for Intelz. I wrote down 3 Combat-Ideas and a thesis. This took about 15 mins.
When I was done I headed out.
We got back to HQ at around 1900.
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I studied my notes that I made because of McDonald paranoia. I finished some other work.
At peace with myself and the world, I slept. <--- deep (from elves and the shoemaker)
Oct. 27
0300 hours: I did it. I faced off McDonald. I "contributed" near the beginning of class and he didn't bull me for the remainder of the hour.
At one point, he even looked directly at me, but he didn't call on me. A miracle has occurred.
Instead, he called on another hapless, unawared wegroe. He's the new "leech."
Allow me to explain.
McDonald bulls the non-attention-payers (the former me.) I have changed my ways (just for his class and LaHonda's) in order to avoid being the "leech." So called, because the victims soul is sucked up.
If I achieve the McDonald Quotient (answering a question, or contributing), then I will gain immunity from his wrath.
Damn I feel great.
0400 hours: LaHonda is an angry and vengeful Algorithmic God. She has been dishing out the pain like crazy. Yesterday, she moved some troops around and even gave one Combat-ISR!
I lol'd my ass off at her cruelty (via head) at the poor wegroes who paid the ultimate price.
You couldn't even put your damn head down!
She's cooled down though. Thank god.
0600 hours: Yarholar has been absent for 2 weeks. Albeit, we have done NOTHING but write facts out of the book, write vocabulary, or take quizzes.
Let me break it down.
1. Facts
We hunt inside of the book for facts. Sounds fun, right? We do about 70 of these. A day.
2. Vocabulary
Vocab. And lots of it. At least 15-20
3. Quizzes.
They wouldn't be so bad if we didn't have to write out the question and the answer. What the hell is the point of that?! It's just to take up more time! She's being even lazier now that she's absent!
So what do we LEARN from this? Absolutely nothing. I get so damn bored I fall asleep.
Yarholar should be fired.
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Woota Notes: I haven't played MNB in a week. I need to catch up...
Morale: 71% ("Don't Stop Me Now" feeling)
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11/6/10
Quick post to let you know I'm alive. (happy, SW?)
0300 hours: Research paper. Right. It's due Dec. 7, so I still have time. But not much. It's only 5 weekends away... (including this one.)
0400 hours: I always struggle to stay out of LaHondas LOS. There are a fixed set of principles that you must follow to avoid visual, but it all boils down to: "If you can see LaHonda, LaHonda can see you."
The Laws of LaHonda's LOS
1. The surefire way to know whether LaHonda can see you, is to see if you can see her. Can't see her? She can't see you.
Remember, "If you can see LaHonda, LaHonda can see you."
(my apologies for over-using the word "see.")
2. Take cover. In order to actually hide from The LaHonda, you'll need to duck and cover.
There should be troops in front of you for this purpose.
In my case, two. Now to use these wegroes effectively is another story.
How to Use Those Wegroes Effectively
Jobs
1. Rear-guard
This wegroe is closest to you. He/she is the backbone of the LOS blocking system. Without him/her, the system is mostly bulled.
Your movements should directly correspond with his/her at ALL times.
I have one of these.
2. Trooper
This wegroe is the front-line fighter. Multiple Troopers can be used is you are fortunate enough to get them.
In spite of this, they only block about 10-30% of LaHonda's LOS.
And I have one of these.
Positions
1. Back
This is when the wegroe is sitting back in her chair. (45 degree angle, backwards)
2. Middle
This is when the wegroe is sitting up straight (90 degree angle)
3. Forward
This is when the wegroe is resting their head on the desk (45 degree angle, forwards)
Scenarios
Basic mimicry.
F = Forwards - B = Backwards - M = Middle
2 F = Lean forward
2 B = Lean back
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Now for the advanced scenarios...
Trooper: Is leaning back
Rear-guard: Is leaning forward
/ \
Course of action: Lean forward, mimicking the Rear-guard.
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Trooper: Is leaning forward
Rear-guard: Is leaning back
\ /
Course of action: Total exposure. Scoot back as much as you can to get into the "Backward" position. This is the worst-case-scenario. Sh*t has hit the fan. Attempt to find decent cover as soon as you can.
Did you understand all of that? Comment, SW.
0600 hours: Boring as hell. Lieutenant Bartell subs off and on, every once in a while.
I assume that we'll keep doing facts/vocabulary until the year is over...
Morale: 50% (I need to do research...)
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12/1/10
Wow. It's December already... What the bull.
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Anyways. Lot's of sh*t hitting the fan currently.
0100 hours: A month ago a ringworm was spotted in the Combat-Wrestling room, where we bulled around on Tuesdays and Thursdays after running. It has been quarantined. No one is allowed in there. It will remain locked for the rest of the semester, I assume.
So instead of running in there, we bull with JUMP ROPES out on the gym floor. This is where the other combat class is. Lacking room, Burgess decided to move out.
We moved to the Chef's Quarters to jump rope.
How pathetic. Jump rope. Several people said it was "gay." I (unfortunately) agree with them.
0200 hours: We've moved onto Combat-Sewing. It is quite dumb.
A month ago we had a finale feast to mark the end of the cooking era.
Myrick's class is bullsh*t, as usual. We have wasted countless hours not doing anything. We've done 5 cooks throughout the semester. We spend all our time doing worksheets. Namely, crossword puzzles, which I am good at and quite fond of for some reason.
0300 hours: McDonald is ruining my life via research paper. I may or may not survive. If I don't turn it in it means -10% off my overall grade and the McDonald Quotient might be fragmented.
He might call on me...
Of course, that is absolute WORST case scenario.
I achieve the McDonald Quotient every day. I am safe. I still get about 59 heart attacks every time I'm in there though...
He regularly picks on a group of about 5-6 leeches, who is lead by King Leech, a stupid douchebag, who gets called on the most. I have learned my lesson and I changed. Have they? Nope.
I feel proud for coming through...
0400 hours: I have been moved. To the exact opposite to where I was. This wasn't a mass movement of wegroes; it was just a slight carkassiness because LaHonda wanted my "shoulder-partner" to be another male.
I sit across from LaHonda. Holy sh*t.
I have NOTHING to block the line of sight. Amazigly, she doesn't notice me, if I gesticulate correctly.
As an experiment, I purposely got called on via indirect means. I did not raise my hand. Knowing the answer, I tell her. I knew that I had to do the the opposite of what I just did, in order to avoid LaHonda.
LaHonda is extremely sensitive and reactant to body language.
So now when she asks a question, I look like I'm taking intense notes, acting zoned out with thinking. If she asks me still I will say something like, "I'm still working on it."
Countered.
0500 hours: Melton is LUMOfieing. The most balanced officer. 5/5 faved.
0600 hours: FAIL
We had a science experiment that everyone was supposed to do. We were to do one every day, as each kid brought their bull. We've done about 2-3 experiments.
That was in September.
Now it is December.
At this rate it'll take us about 2.5 years to finish...
P.S. I will divide the archives into 2 sections as I am running out of characters...
Morale: 1% (McDonald's Wrath)
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12/4/10
The Research Paper is finally *drumroll* DONE!!!!!!!!!!
Albeit, after more than a month of pain and suffering, I have finished the god damn paper! I have achieved McDonald Immunity, which is a combo meal.
Offer includes:
* McDonald Quotient (Day-to-Day protection)
* Anti-McDonald Wrath Injection (Research Paper Protection)
* McDonald Paranoia Pills (Overall Protection)
Of course, the sh*t is only beginning to hit the fan.
My grade in LaHonda's class is low. The tests affect my grade ALOT more than daily grades. So my ten 100s make NO difference. It's time to rethink my approach.
The LaHonda Strategy
1. Get straight 100s
2. Ace tests
The latter of which is more difficult and important (of course.) LaHonda's class is important enough to have the grade in her class recorded on my high school transcript. I only have 2 weeks left... (damn)
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"They say us Wootas are able to pull through, even in the darkest times. I have proven myself worthy time after time. I have always come through. Now, I will come through again. Even if I fall, I will become anew and restore my honor with due time." - A Young Woota
Interpret. Future-based.
Rate.
Morale: 60% (Done with research paper + the future)
[UPDATE - 12/11/10: I said rate dammit! I'm talking to you SW!]
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12/11/10
I have <300 characters remaining!
0100 hours: Bastards will be bastards.
0200 hours: Whores activated.
0300 - 0600 hours: There will be 2 more exams per class. This isn't confirmed.
More in-depth bull on Year Two. Not enough roo
