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Saturday, November 27, 2010

Senior year ....

Well, here I was, 18 years old... in the middle of my senior year... married... (((STUPID!!!!)))  Jake absolutely loved the idea of us being married, and tried to make the best of it and be the greatest husband a 21 year old could be... which, in my book was ABSOLUTELY the most annoying thing possible! i hated that he was always around... and he always wanted to hang out with me and would just call and call.  I was still in highschool mindset, and I spent my days, working on the farm with my friends, and then I would take off at night and get drunk or booze cruise the gravel roads!!   I remember a few times taking off after school to Mapleton, Iowa with a few of my friends, and Jake called, all my friends pretended like they were men and started talking in the back ground... Jake ended up going to Mapleton and looking for me! ...

          Wow I really was a bitch now that i look back on it... haha... I cant say much, I was 18!! who the hell wants to be selfless at that age!? not many people!!!  psh, I didnt care what anyone else thought or wanted of me, I was going to have a damn good time while I could!! 
 
            At this time, Jake had already joined the Marine Corps... I was already a Poolee.. only because I had to graduate first!  So here we were, he was getting ready to go to MOS school down in El Paso, Texas... and I was on the verge of well, not giving a damn apparently...  Oh my gosh, thinking about all of this again is just making me feel HORRIBLE! lol I cheated on Jake so many times... ugh I dont even want to say how many... (not that it was a lot of different guys... it was the same ones haha im not that big of a hoe!)  I, myself find it hard to have sex with new men that I meet... I've had BAD experiences with small weiners and I DO NOT want to go back down that road again...  hahahaha anyway, back to my story...

             So off Jake went to Texas, and here I was at the end of my senior year.. well, lets just say, I wasnt going to let my last few days go to waste!!... I drank from sun up to sun down EVERY damn day in the last 4 months of my senior year... not joking AT ALL.  Justin Bockelmann, Brad Bockelmann, Lacy Peterson, Laura Myrtue... you know what we did for fun hahaha dear god... my liver hurts just thinking about it... I will say, that Justin and I didn't stay "just friends" AHEM!! if you know what i mean!  haha--

         One of my most memorable stories with all of us was when I had a big party at my Dad's house ... we were all playing beer pong and tippy cup, when I got the bright idea to pile in the back of boomer's truck (Justin's) and drive down the gravel road to the old cemetery to climb trees!!  ((the trees in the cemetery are among the oldest in our county! haven't been messed with since the 1700s)  Well, there we all went roaring down the road, standing up in the back of a truck, yelling and throwing cans and bottles... when we reached the cemetery...  off we went, boomer and I in the lead... we climbed alllll the way to the top of this giant oak tree... "DAMN! this tree is fuckin' HUGE!!! look how far up we are!!" Boomer said... yeah, well , I looked down and I said  "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! how the hell are we going to get down!!??" yeah, we hadn't really thought about the whole climbing down/ jumping down... mind you-- we were a good 35 feet up in the air (cuz when i say, top of the tree, I MEAN IT!)  Then we hear Boomer's cousin Brad... "hey guys!! guess what!? this trees got a big hole in the middle!!! and I'm in it!!! hehehehehe"  ... dear god brad hahaha i hope you read this blog  cuz i know you'll laugh at my uncanny ability to illustrate your drunkenness :)  

                  So here we were stuck up in this big ol' tree... well, we started to shimmy down as much as we could... which hurt like a bitch because of course, I was dressed like a straight "please have sex with me - hoe" and boomer was in ya know, dude clothes... jeans and a t-shirt haha anyway, when I got to the base of the tree, down about 8 feet, this kid, Kyle Micklus ((who is now a child molester--- irrelivent i know, but you should  know...)) anyway, this kid says,, "STICK!! go ahead and jump!! I got you!! DOONNT WORRY!!"... ok kids lets remember... i had been drinking all damn day.. So me of course reply "Really?? you sure?? ooookaay!! here I co-" yeah, before I finished saying that I pretty much just hurled myself out of the tree and landed my 145lb (at the time) body right on top of poor Kyle.. judging from the way he acted afterwards... I think he misjudged EXACTLY how high I actually was up in that tree... oh, but i was ok! thanks for asking!!! .... assholes hahaha.... In my drunken stupor, I pretty much  just got up and walked back to the truck ... I wish I could tell you how boomer got down... i dont know... hes still alive today, so it happend... whatever.. moving on~!!

             Well, I couldnt skip right to graduation!... sooo im going to write about my graduation party!... oh good grief... set the scene.. my dads farm... out in the country, big brown house on top of a hill with a HUGE machine shop (pretty much like an oversize garage) ... we cleared out the "garage" and made one side, an open bar... bottles of captain morgan, jager, vodka, coolers and coolers of beer and more beer... oh, DO NOT forget my specialty... JUNGLE JUICE... ahhh the most delicious blend of gallons of everclear and koolaide complete with tid bits of apples, oranges, grapes, and melons... YUUMM!!!  the other side of the shop was my memoir section, where I put all my scrap books and little slide show I created... and the other little corner was where the DJ was... yeah, I'm that awesome! haha... I had a blast that night! so many people showed up... no one went to jail... and I got to dance to our class of 2007 song "lets get fucked up" (self proclaimed) hehe... ahh i knew how to party....

                 Well, the day finally came, graduation day.... as i was driving to my ceremony (still having some drinks)... my recruiter calls me... "hey, so how do you feel about going to boot camp today??.. you'll get a $3,000 bonus"... well, I was already under the impression that being a marine was going to fucking rule, so of course, I said yes... I ran back to the house, and got my stupid, douche bag looking button up shirt and "nice jeans " (just a side note... the underwear I grabbed were completely uncomfortable and HUGE.. because some fag told me to wear granny panties... ugh!! if i could go back... I WOULD... ass hole)).... anyway... here we go... were at our high school, and Lacy Peterson and I go in the bathroom to have a few more celebratory shots! hehe... after all the tear shedding and diploma handing out... here we go... I walked outside... everyone was crying... and off I went, into the recruiters car and down to MEPS... in Des Moines Iowa... which is like 3 hours from where I live... because APPARENTLY Iowa thinks it is unnecessary to have somewhere more convenient or close to sign our fucking lives away...

                 Here I was, at my hotel room down in Des Moines, once again... waiting... I remember laying in bed thinking... here we go... I've got like, 6 months, and I'll be on the front lines shooting the 50 cal killin bitches!~... yeah, shut up, if you ever have joined the military, you thought the same damn thing, dont talk shit.....   well, so I checked in to that damn place where you sit straight, dont talk... DUCK WALK... and have some old guy look at your asshole when you bend over... bugghhh... yuck.. i can only imagine what my butt hole looked like.. hahaha (yeah i took that a different way than you thought huh?) haha...  well, then we were bused over to the airport, given our stupid paperwork and our little "battle buddies"... and off we went to boot camp... my battle buddy was this 6 foot tall monster looking girl... her name was Heather... she was kinda one of those gentle giant people.. she didnt talk AT ALL... so I pretty much just sat by myself the whole time and thought about how big of a badass I was going to be and how I was going to rule the Marine Corps when I finally got out of boot camp...

               BAM!!! after getting off my plane and back on one twice, and getting on some random ass bus... Some crazy ass dude with a state trooper hat gets on the bus and starts calling us names, and tells us to "get the fuck off the bus, and that we were disgusting little fucking nasty maggots... " quite rude... hahah jk I was sooo out of it at this point... I hadnt slept in like DAYS ... So I get off the bus, and I was so damn pissed cuz I made the fucking mistake of sitting toward the back of the bus... well, I went to find my special little yellow footprints... yeah, they were all taken... so i had some crazy bitch yelling "why are you so fucking slow!?!? find some footprints!!!! stand straight!!!!! SAY AYE MAAM!!!"... yeah... ok I was fucking scared then... and I had no god damn Idea what was going on... I took my shit.. and went inside and we had to sit at these little desks with our faces down... not moving or talking at all... yeah... the only thing I could think about was... holy shit... what if i farted right now?!?! what would they do??.. cuz that's not always something you can just control when you want to... hahaha...  well, after a long night of, sitting in a line, standing in a line, getting all of our shit issued to us.. getting our pictures taken (which always look like shit, cuz they tell you not to smile... and you always end up looking like you just broke out of prison and someone caught you)......

                 I remember being marched in a huge group of females to our new barracks... and we all sat down on the floor and met our new Senior Drill Instructor... and our Kill Hats...  yeah, to me... my senior DI was something  new and completely weird... she was black, and was from some islands that started with ah T.. (i suck at remembering)   SSGT. Calliste... yeah, she was pretty insane.. SSGT Vasquez and I cant remember the other SGT's name now.. fuck... anyway, Vasquez was about as tall as my shoulders.. and ssgt calliste was about as skinny as my left arm.. ... yeah, I remember that first week... they tested us.. Vasquez came up to me because I was laughing(giggling quietly really) and she said "shrink to my level RA-CRUTE!" hehe yeah thats how she said it... so I shrunk down til I was eye to eye with her... she started  yelling in my face and as she was finishing up, making me feel like shit... she spit this big Loogie RIGHT ON MY FACE... it slid down towards my mouth... i wanted more than anything in the world to wipe my face!!!!!  but I knew I couldnt move... oh dear god... please, tell me anyone in the world who has the kind of dicipline to just let a loogie roll from their nose onto their lips ... I will shake their god damn hand... I ended up moving and wiping it off right as it touched my top lip... Yeah, I got quarter decked ( I had to go to the front of our squad bay and do pushups, crunches, planks, leg lifts... whatever  right in front of everyone).... and in bootcamp, theres this weird thing... its so stupid now.. but when your there.. it makes so much sense... whenever someone gets in trouble... our normal reaction would be to stand there and watch them get their punishment... oh, no, well in the marine corps... whenever one of your fellow recruits/marines goes down.. you best be going down with them... oh yeah, ... when one of us got quarter decked... EVERYONE would get down and start doing pushups... when I first saw that, I was so damn confused... but I realize now that, they werent doing it because they liked me as a person, or marine... its because they really didnt feel like being GP  (general population/ boring recruits or marines who get no recognation for anything they do) 

             Yeah, lets just say I got quarter decked ALLL the damn time... Once, my mom sent me some air heads in a letter... well, my DI said, take the box to your rack (bed) and bring me back all the airheads... well, i saved two... one for me and one for my friend Amanda... yeah.. well, that night, we ended up eating our air heads... and I was smart, so I ate mine... and savored it for sooo long.. AH!! you cannot imagine the wonderful taste of candy after a month or two of hard exercise and no sweets.. its amazing... after it was gone, I crumped up the wrapper, and threw it away in some wet toilet paper, so it would look like someone blew there nose... well, amanda ... she went to put hers in her Cammie pants pocket... but on the contrary.. she put it in MY pocket... I had no idea... so the next day, we had field day.. we cleaned and cleaned and eventually one of our DI's was having a bad day... so she was taking groups of 4 out to "the pit" which was really just a sandbox... it didnt look so bad.. it really wasnt... just REALLY FUCKING HOT and full fo sand fleas... anyway, when you go into the pit, they make you take off your blouse, and empty your pockets... well, when I went to empty my pockets... a piece of the airhead wrapper flew out, caught the wind and landing right in front of my DI... oh sweet baby jesus.. i knew I was in for it.. oh yeah, that day I got I.T'd for hours (a DI yelling in  your face as you vigorously work out until they say stop).... I went to the pit four times that day... it was ... awesome... ugh...

                 In bootcamp, I did a lot of rifle holding (holding our 7 pound rifles out in front of us for hours at a time)... pushups, crunches... whatever... you name it... i did a lot of it... yeah, I always tried to help everyone out to... like the smaller female marines... the ones that were like four foot tall.. we would go on these combat courses and they couldnt climb over the obstacles.. so i would pick em up and throw em over... but NOOO  no one would ever help  me... I had to figure it out for myself.... but I figured that would only make me a stronger Marine later on...

              I always got in trouble for staring off into the woods or somewhere else that had lots of plant life.. I thought the trees down here in the south were amazing... I've never seen palm trees, or pine trees with no branches on the bottoms.. it was pretty cool ... I remember walking through the woods one day when we were going to the machine gun range. I found a feather on the ground.. I was always told that was good luck... so i picked it up really quick and put it in my kevlar.. after that I got to shoot the 50 cal for the first time... I fell in love with it completely.. Everything about it... ahh.. the best thing ever..

                               To be continued tomorrow hopefully!!!

                                                sarah hannah stickney

1 comment:

  1. <3 I really liked reading about this. It also made me giggle. Been there (sorta) so it was cool to read about some of your stories. :)))

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