Left, Left, Left Right Left
Monday, 28. April 2008, 15:32:38
I hate being wet. I hate being wet so much that it is impossible to describe how much I hate being wet. Of course, in my infinite wisdom, I forgot to bring an umbrella with me this morning when I went to Baked and Wired to finish my last philosophy paper. It wasn't raining when I was on my way there, but there was a pleasant cool mist.
After a while, I finished my paper, and was triumphant! Until I looked outside and saw the rain. Then I realized that because I had decided not to bring my umbrella, I would have to walk almost a mile back to my dorm in the rain with various electronics in a leather portfolio. Said leather portfolio is waterproof enough, but not entirely waterproof, and this would have caused me more anxiety had I the energy for it.
But I did not have the energy for it, because I was (and am) exhausted. And still sort of sick. Exhausted and wet. Very very exhausted and wet. In order to take my mind off of the exhaustion and wetness and in order to make sure I actually got where I needed to go in a timely fashion, I resorted to singing Air Force cadence songs in my head.
I used the shortest Air Force cadence song I ever learned in Air Force ROTC, which also happens to be the only one I still know. It's the one that makes fun of the Navy pilots, the one that doesn't take any effort to recall - remember the exhaustion?
Now, it's stuck in my head.
And everywhere I go, I have to think consciously about not marching with a military expression on my face. I've found that marching with a military expression on your face is acceptable to other people if you do it in a group, but not so much when you're alone.
After a while, I finished my paper, and was triumphant! Until I looked outside and saw the rain. Then I realized that because I had decided not to bring my umbrella, I would have to walk almost a mile back to my dorm in the rain with various electronics in a leather portfolio. Said leather portfolio is waterproof enough, but not entirely waterproof, and this would have caused me more anxiety had I the energy for it.
But I did not have the energy for it, because I was (and am) exhausted. And still sort of sick. Exhausted and wet. Very very exhausted and wet. In order to take my mind off of the exhaustion and wetness and in order to make sure I actually got where I needed to go in a timely fashion, I resorted to singing Air Force cadence songs in my head.
I used the shortest Air Force cadence song I ever learned in Air Force ROTC, which also happens to be the only one I still know. It's the one that makes fun of the Navy pilots, the one that doesn't take any effort to recall - remember the exhaustion?
Now, it's stuck in my head.
And everywhere I go, I have to think consciously about not marching with a military expression on my face. I've found that marching with a military expression on your face is acceptable to other people if you do it in a group, but not so much when you're alone.
