Like your typical rebellious teenager I dreamed of getting the hell out of my parents house. I ran away a lot, and that never worked. I never learned how to swallow flaming swords, so the circus was out. I was too lazy to take the SATs, so college wasn't an option...so I joined the Army.
About a month before my seventeeth birthday I took the ASVAB (armed services vocational aptitude battery.) I scored an 87, which was high enough to get me in,and even to get me a decent job. Getting in meant no more mommy to make me do the dishes and force me to call my Grandmother once a week. So into the Army I went.
Basic training sucked some, but the screaming didn't bother me much. I think I was mostly pissed off that I had to wash my own laundry and do a lot of pushups. I don't remember too much about basic training, but I do remember that some guy peed his pants on zero day. It was really hard for me not to laugh when I heard the Drill sergeant screaming at him about it, but with the help of a lot of flutterkicks I managed to supress the urge.
Being in the Army has managed to find me stationed in South Korea. It perpetually smells like pigfart and kimchi, but I've gotten used to it by now. In addition to hanging out in Korea until February of 2006, I waste time working, PT-ing (physical training,) and hanging out with my best army buddy, my friends, my section members, and my boyfriend. The official national passtime of South Korea for GIs is getting plastered, which I do from time to time, and spending money on useless crap because it seems like a good idea at the time, which I do quite frequently.