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Post by jessicazhi on Feb 16, 2016 2:52:44 GMT -5
I hate the fact that I've been playing for years...
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Post by jessicazhi on Feb 16, 2016 2:53:47 GMT -5
Hell, back in cadets, the entire room I was in was occasionally called to attention when the Chief came in and said he lost the game.
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Feb 16, 2016 2:54:30 GMT -5
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Post by berkthefirst on Feb 16, 2016 2:54:30 GMT -5
XD I seriously want to just say to all my friends: you lost the game now!
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Post by jessicazhi on Feb 16, 2016 2:58:16 GMT -5
He literally said "Squadron Attention!" *pause* "I lost the game, carry on."
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Feb 16, 2016 2:58:59 GMT -5
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Post by berkthefirst on Feb 16, 2016 2:58:59 GMT -5
XD
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Post by jessicazhi on Feb 16, 2016 3:29:33 GMT -5
He also was the limo driver for the last limo I rode in. Basically for three years in a row, the few members of my squadron that went to this VERY fancy dance that was a cadet society exclusive... we went in a limo. This was to a dance that had security everywhere to ensure no weapons, drugs, alcohol or anything more dangerous than makeup was allowed in. Felt like a boss to ride through Vancouver city while people looked on as we partied together inside a semi lightshow. Three different two to three hour drives and I'll always look back fondly.
Hell, I'll always love the fact that I spent 6 years in cadets when most leave halfway through the second year. I should have stayed for my 7th and possibly earned my place as the third highest rank there aside from the officers... But I am and was a friend of every cadet there, I would not fit in with power or authority over others. I'm just glad I helped some along the way to stay alive or happy, or out of deep shit. I kept one of my mates from being sent home from drill camp, just by spending the night meticulously shaing his head with a facial razor because he had managed to shave his head into patches. At first I gave him my razor because his was useless by then, and came back because he was panicking and was franticly clogging up the razor hith hair as he tried to even out his hair, which was down to scalp in parts. I then stayed with him for an hour or two slowly bringing his hair to stubble and maintaining the razor's capability of actually cutting hair.
I'll also never forget the one time I was staff for a cadet camp for 6 weeks. I was put in TC-OPS(Training Center Operations) as a sergeant. I was essentially one of four in Delta Shift, being the goofiest and most trouble-causing-while-not-getting-kicked-out person on base. I stole an entire box of MREs(Survival rations exactly like IMPs), and smuggled them very suspiciously right in front of an entire base that saw me ten-twenty minutes earlier with an empty backpack.(The backpack was huge on my back after it was filled) I partook in the deliberate taking down of the shelter of a fellow staff member(by supplying the scissors and providing lookout) who I lorded the identity of the culprit over him XD. I also got caught sleeping on the job and the punishment I got... was an 18 hour shift rather than the usual 9. During one staff party I took a dose of 3 or 4 T3s(Tylenol, prescription level) and just melted in a chair while looking obviously high. Let's see... I actively smuggled food into an empty room and hosted mid-night poker games for my fellow staff and it became a hit! We would have cookies calore, soda in a camel pack, cups, chips maybe... I bought cards, poker chips and the game was played on a mattress laid out on top of the drawers from the lockers in the room. We also had music playing quietly during the games, it was awesome!
Lastly, I got to see first-hand the wonders of sleepwalkers. I got chased down be a kid who had multiple personalities that only revealed themselves during his sleep, he could identify me by smell, and his one wild persona tried to eat me and chased me with eyes CLOSED! Another was this guy who had amazing muscle memory and got dressed standing up, opened his combination lock locker, searched it for hit phone, turned it on, shifted through his apps, then music playlists, selected a song and played it in earbuds he put in himself... then proceeded to jam out, then talk with us, saying he wanted to go outside to play. He rushed to the door once and when I blocked the way, he slammed the door with his hands and said "got you"(to that effect). Then we let him leave the room and walked him to the water fountain, told him that he needed to go back to his room and he was fine with it. He never opened his eyes.
All of these stories are true and I love them all the more for it. Ask me more if you want more info on my cadet career.
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Feb 16, 2016 3:44:02 GMT -5
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Post by berkthefirst on Feb 16, 2016 3:44:02 GMT -5
Wow, you really have quite the stories, sounds like you're a bit of a trouble maker xb
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Post by jessicazhi on Feb 16, 2016 3:46:31 GMT -5
Yeah, I also would carry a nerf hand gun while patrolling the barracks and pretend to shoot cadets. My nickname was Sergeant Fun time, which I got my first day on the job, because I spent most of the shift snoozing while hanging out with some of my soon-to-be friends.
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Feb 16, 2016 3:47:30 GMT -5
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Post by berkthefirst on Feb 16, 2016 3:47:30 GMT -5
You seriously seem like an awesome guy!
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Post by jessicazhi on Feb 16, 2016 3:50:06 GMT -5
Thanks! I try to be kind, yet independent as a person, so I'm not a "yes man" like my father wants.
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Post by jessicazhi on Feb 16, 2016 3:52:14 GMT -5
I also never told anyone else that I did this, but one night while on night duty, I let in a stray cat and held it up in the bathoom, and fed it the ham in my sandwich because it was cold and hungry. I stayed with it for about an hour and a half then had to let it go outside again, poor thing.
re-posted where it's meant to be
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Feb 16, 2016 3:55:51 GMT -5
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Post by berkthefirst on Feb 16, 2016 3:55:51 GMT -5
Aw! I love stray cats they are so sweet! Also, you don't have to change yourself to fit your dads idea of a "yes man", just be who you are, just don't act dumb
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Post by jessicazhi on Feb 16, 2016 3:58:12 GMT -5
I unfortunately act too smart for him and he hates it when I refute his illogical logic.
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Feb 16, 2016 4:00:59 GMT -5
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Post by berkthefirst on Feb 16, 2016 4:00:59 GMT -5
XD same here, only I don't do it to my dad cause he can lecture for hours on end and its suuuuper annoying. But I do it to most everyone else
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Post by jessicazhi on Feb 16, 2016 4:03:22 GMT -5
I'm by far more intelligent than my dad and I love saying things in such a complicated way that he gets so pissed off he gives up and leaves. I've developed this strategy after the first few times of accidentally doing it.
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