Hey it's me again. It depresses me that I can't send these letters yet because it makes me feel better in knowing that someone at home is aware of what I'm doing and how I'm doing. Apparently it's really hard for the hoe-schooled, only child people. Every time I tell someone that I am one of these "unfortunates," their eyes widen and a light bulb brightens over their heads. Oh, and the fact that it's my first time away from home...all of it adds up to me: "clueless"

However, under no circumstances do I regret my being home-schooled, an only child, and all of thos ethings. The time I've had to spend with all of you has been priceless, ispriceless.

I miss my family and my church family so much. I am just grateful that I could even get a chance to talk to some of you. It was limited, but it was worth it.

Now, what I'm not looking forward to is doing them long marches. I think there's a 2mile, 5mile, and 9mile. We'll have to wear our heavy gear. I talked to some females on the bus who're close to graduating and they told me that it increased their runtime and that the feelings of accomplishment were well worth the hardship of the marches.

I've been waiting at the TMC clinic for almost two hours now. I had to fill out a thick set of paperwork, sign and date, sign and date, sign and date. Whew. The reason why I'm here is because of that mental health evaluation. Captain Y had reassured me about this and I feel peace about it. I'll be in and out like I was never here :P If I ever get into the analyst's office that is...grrrr.

Now I really need to utilize the latrine and I've missed my favorite time to eat: breakfast. [sigh] I'm afraid that if I go pee now, they might call my name. I'll just hurry.

11:15a

Yay, I'm apparently mentally fit! Time to return to the company!