About two years ago, during this period, I remember receiving my enlistment letter. I was expecting it, but it was still a dread when I finally saw the letter. I didn't know what to expect from national service, it was scary. "It's just two years." Everyone would tell me, but it really isn't. If you're physically and mentally strong, then maybe, that two years would be a breeze. But if you're like the majority of young teenage boys, then entering national service is potentially one heck of a stressful event.
My first two months was hell. During my Basic Military Training (BMT), everything was so physically draining, my body just couldn't handle it. Eventually I got injured, and was put on status for one month out of the two.
Well, it did get better afterwards. I was posted to be a driver, and it was there that I made some amazing friends. Zero physical training, so that was perfect for me. Driving though, was a pain in its own way. It took me seven tries before I finally passed the driving test. I was so emotional I actually called my mum in the midst of the heavy rain to tell her I finally passed.
Army isn't so bad, I would think to myself after driving course had ended. It was tiring, sure, but I had good company when we had to drive for outfields. We even got to go New Zealand as part of an exercise, and out of all the countries we could go to, New Zealand was without a doubt the best one. It wasn't perfect of course, the unit we supported was one of the worst this country had to offer. They showed no appreciation for support units like us drivers, and the technicians. Looking at you, artillery. Of course, there were good peeps who gave us the recognition we deserved. My man, Shiny Batto, Alientummy, and Mr. CSM Joshua.
But of course, life never goes the way you want it to. We had a change in Node Sergeant Major, and that was when everything went to shit. All it takes is one guy to ruin a tradition that has been built for years. I mean, you know you're screwed if your own superior doesn't appreciate the work you do. And you know you're screwed ten times as bad if everyone in the office doesn't like this guy.
Off topic, as always. But yeah, before I even know it, my two years is almost up. By August 3rd, I'll be a free man once again. It's been one hell of a ride, there were tons of ups and downs. We were used and abused by this organization so much that we simply gave up and didn't want to be nice people anymore. They simply didn't deserve our help.
So what's next? To be honest, I forgot to apply for university. But that's because I thought the application would be AFTER the open house and not before it. What even is the point of having the open house after the application date. But it was a good thing that that happened, so I won't complain. See, I actually have no clue on what I wish to study. Psychology seems to be logical choice, since I did that in poly. But my interest for it is only 50%. I would have chosen English, but what would I do after I graduate? A teacher? Nope, not my thing. So I had time to think about all of it through, and there was the career fair I recently attended. And apparently, being a journalist suits me. Something I'd never considered before, so that's what I'm considering now.
I'm obviously going to be working part time after I ORD, and I'll definitely have more time for shooting. So that's what I'll be doing. I haven't done proper portraits in a while, so I got to do that. I want to shoot some sunrises and sunsets too, and landscapes. Just so I can play with more edits.
Most importantly, I will finally have more sleep. Hopefully. And I will never have to deal with stupid shit thrown at me by the army.
ORD LO! I mean, Cheers.
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