7 more days. Im pumped. Im super nervous too, but Im stoked too finally be getting ready too face the beast. I’ll come out much better, leaner, and meaner than I went in. They’ll make me into a better version of myself. Capable of any task. Perfect in every way. The one thing I’m certainly ready too receive is being Physically fit. I’ve been big my whole life. People use too make fun of me in school for it and girls use too turn away in Highschool for ”better options”. well, time too shove it in their face. I’ll become a better person for this. I’ll do 10 times as much in a day than they will in their life. I’ll be better, faster, stronger. I’ll be a Marine.
Thanks too all of you out there who have stuck by my side through the tough times. Been good friends and never left me. Your the ones that make this truely worth it. Thank you :)
Knowing I only have a few weeks left. Three if I remember correctly. To think It’ll be that long before I’m on that plane too Parris Island. I dont know what too think. Im not scared for it, but I am nervous. Either way I cut it its gonna be a culture shock. Something thats gonna suck all the way around. I’ll get use too it, I’ll be a better person for doing it…Hell, I’ll be a Marine. Part of that ever so elusive group of Proud men and women. But its that first week I’m nervous for….that initial headfirst jump into a new world. Being tossed around and as stupid as a stump for 3 months. God it’s gonna be wild. But Im ready. I wanna face the Beast head on. I want that Titile. I want that Uniform. I want to prove myself.
Lets do this