Tuesday, June 26, 2007

SubーEpisode 1: Contemplation-- What Future?

There's no need to predict the future, because it will soon be obvious.

A little bit different from my usual post, but I just felt I should get it up while It was sitting in my head.

Well crud, ...here I am, contemplating my position in later years. So far, out of 3 hours of contemplation, I have one word-- screwed. When you think about it, I have some pretty good deals coming my way, right? I get paid, room and board, and soldier training... a good deal, right? yes, and no. I took into account earlier what Mr. Nice Guy said a few days prior, quote; "If you play your cards right, you may find yourself at the top of someone's warehouse management company, making all sorts of money". It was cool at first, when I thought about the picturesque thought of being some big-time conductor of the symphony of transports that would move precious supplies from point A, down to point B, or C, or wherever the hell they were going, but ...he... stopped me, dead in my tracks, and bought me back to the true reality of the situation, and almost exactly just how deep it goes.

It goes something like this; To get in someone's sights, I need a record, including experience and training, be it special or not, most usually special. Also looking on another quote by Monty; "There, you can take college courses from any college the army offers", I had these diamond-luster eyes as I looked into the future of me, sitting in a classroom, learning to professionally do two of my favourite things-- draw, and manipulate 3d programs. For a moment, it felt like it could become a reality, then ...he... again interrupted me. Of course, it would be possible to get to the point where I could be doing such things... if only I didn't have a 1.60 GPA, and instead had a 3.0 or above, which is what it takes to get into any college for those types of majors worth going to... therefore ruling that out. It, if anything, will be likely that I will only be able to, with my 1.6, be able to complete my correspondence courses, and "hopefully" (notice the key word) gain a higher GPA by doing so, therefore allowing me something of a chance in that rose-covered frame I pictured myself inside of, only moments before this realization.

With college ruled out (only temporarily, I hope), I will not be able to get any special marks on my record for my all-star masters in whatever major I choose, and no special training in the MOS (The job you will be trained for to during your current term in the military.) which I have been, almost forcefully assigned to, which was another topic I wanted to get to. The MOS I currently have was given to me as a lee-way choice among two others-- 99Y, and 88M (99-Yankee -Forgot what it was, exactly-, and 88 Mike -Heavy Cargo Transport Specialist-). Since My current build is far too far below the considered requirements for 32m, and every hint in the world drew me away from the MOS, 99y, I had only 88H left (88 Hotel -Cargo management specialist-). The main reason I was only given 3 choices, apparently was because of two, stricken misdemeanor charges that came up during my evaluation, which cut my choices down from 10+ to 3... big difference, huh? I think so too. Anyway, Though I'm not fit for 88H either, I seem to be better fit to handle it than 88m, so it was a pretty good tactical choice, in my opinion. Still, I know that once I go in, I will be stuck in a hole, I can see the hole from miles away, but my feet are moving on their own, without me being able to change their direction, even slightly. I know I'm bound to run into the hole, and I know I'm bound to stay inside of it for awhile, maybe even longer than I bargained for.

Well, we'll see where this goes, but I can only hope I am right about the correspondence courses, and will be up on top of things soon enough.

幸運。。。 "Kouun..." (Good luck...)
Yours, Truly.