PT

Ugh.  PT is going to be the death of me.  I somehow have no motivation.  Ssg Horn is coming here Friday to do a test PT test, and we’re doing a real one Monday.  I’m not going to pass, he doesn’t believe me.  He says he’s really out of shape and he has a PT test Saturday, so it’ll help him too.

Last night my Dad and I went to my Grama’s house for her birthday.  My Grama is a bitch, I decided this last night.  My Dad made a comment about the Army shirt I had on like he always does, and my Grama says, with a dirty look “I heard.” Then, she gives me a dirty look and says, with an attitude, “Are you going to make it through Basic Training?”  Everyone thinks I wont make it.  I’m tired of hearing about it.  Hell, I’m tired of simply knowing it’s true.  I don’t know how my Dad feels.  I think he thinks I’ll make it.

I wonder if my Dad will come to my Graduation.  From Basic or AIT.