Amanda Update 1

I just got my first letter from Amanda today, so here’s her update -Megan

Day 1 + 2 = (Tues/Wed)

We didn’t sleep at all last night.  I haven’t slept for over 36 hours.  Last night they issued us 3 PT shirts and 3 PT shorts as well as a beanie, gloves, a laundry bag, and two sets of PT sweats.  I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.  We had that stupid PPD test today.  The girls in my reception platoon are bitches in a big way.

Day 3 = (Thurs)

Yikes!  We went to medical this morning.  Had our hearing checked, eyes checked, blood taken (yuck!) and filled out a bunch of damn paperwork so that they would let me have my birth control, thankfully they approved it.  It sucks here, I want to go home.  Guess what?  There’s nothing to go home to.

Day 4 = (Fri)

We had a crapton of shots today, the kind they stick way down in your muscles.  Two in each arm, plus more.  My are are f-ing killing me!  We got our ID cards and dogtags today.  Yesterday we got our ACU’s and all that jazz.  We wore our summer boots with knee high green socks and PT’s yesterday.  We were bringin’ sexy back.  Today we wore our ACU’s and our winter boots.  They hurt my feet, but not overly so.  I looked in the mirror earlier while I was in uniform, I think I look so ugly I love that it says US Army on one side and Mahar (my last name) on the other.

There’s so many guys here.  None overly good looking, but damn, I’m not liking this no boyfriend thing.  I’m also not liking the fact that I know Levi will sleep with someone else even though he won’t date anyone.  I haven’t written to him yet, I don’t think I’m ready.

Day 5 = (Sat)

Today has been nothing but DRAMA.  Some bitch threatened another girl with a straight razor.  Most of us still haven’t gotten to make a phone call, and I miss my cell phone.

Day 6 = (Sun)

Today has been hell, we had to carry our duffel bags, our laundry bags, and all of our linens outside.  My shoulders are flipping killing me.  That crap weighs a TON!  My feet hurt something terrible too.  I like wearing our boots, and I like my new Brooks running sneakers, but standing in formation for hours is killing my feet.

I wish I would get to dress up and go out for Halloween.  I want to go pick more apples too.  Oh well, there’s always next year.  I’m just glad I’m here getting this taken care of.

Oh, and these are the most drama havin, shit talking, non-disciplined, unmotivated bitches I’ve ever met in my life.

Amanda

HOOAH!