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it's been about 10 days since my official ord date. and i'm sure that i dont have to tell anyone that freedom tastes fantastic. it's been remarkably easy to get back into. like when how you sit down on a bean-bag chair and the whole thing just contours to your shape and you usually dont have to do anything other than plop down and let the beans work their magic. but then again, i didnt really expect it to be that difficult considering i've been waiting for this for so long.
if you could go back about 6 months into the past and ask me to forsee what my life is going to be like after the military, i'd probably burst out into song of all the things that i would want to do. it'll be like the scene on that picturesque hill in the sound of music. the future seemed so ripe with possibilities that it felt insane for one to be cooped up in a prison 80% of the time. or maybe the future seemed so because one was cooped up in a prison 80% of the time. i guess it really doesnt matter now that that the cuffs are finally off.
i've gotten back into a choir for carolling. that surprisingly didnt come as easy as freedom. grace for one, frightened me a little. i pictured her as being strict and matriarchal as a teacher and i didnt know what to expect from her. funny how i got this image got into my head even though we went clubbing together. and on top of this i doubted my abilities as a singer. it has been a while since i was in a choir. coupled with the grace-effect, the rhetoric got the better of me. what if i make mistakes? i dont know most of the songs and what if i dont learn quick enough? would she call me out on my mistakes embarrassingly? but things turned out quite the opposite. grace was, thankfully, fun and patient and i'm getting the hang of the songs. in fact, i enjoy carolling tremedously. to quote kit, 'it doesnt seem like chritsmas without it'.
many of my army buds have already found jobs. some started immediately after once again acquiring a carte blanche status. i on the other hand have chosen not to voluntarily put on another pair of handcuffs just as yet. i have one on hold, i think, starting in december and i'm doing what i do best: teach. you might think that it being so close to december already that i should have gotten dates and times and numbers and other specifics that make a job a job, but alas i have none. i dont even know how much i'm getting paid yet. i wonder what's taking them so long? i really need to call the centre back and make sure that we are on the same page.
other than the choir practices, i've just been hanging around with friends, studying at coffee houses and fast-food joints. days just go by in a slow hazy blur. i recall having a conversation with a friend and in that conversation i was asked the day and i couldnt give it. not in the momentarily-forgot kinda way but in the i-totally-dont-know way. it's a strange feeling. sometimes at home, i look up at the clock and i wonder to myself what the guys and i would be doing in camp. most of the time it wasnt at all appealing compared to what i have now and i would feel a glimmer of thanks. but just a glimmer and it would disappear as suddenly as it came.
it's been about 10 days since my official ord date. and i'm sure that i dont have to tell anyone that freedom tastes fantastic. it's been remarkably easy to get back into. like when how you sit down on a bean-bag chair and the whole thing just contours to your shape and you usually dont have to do anything other than plop down and let the beans work their magic. but then again, i didnt really expect it to be that difficult considering i've been waiting for this for so long.
if you could go back about 6 months into the past and ask me to forsee what my life is going to be like after the military, i'd probably burst out into song of all the things that i would want to do. it'll be like the scene on that picturesque hill in the sound of music. the future seemed so ripe with possibilities that it felt insane for one to be cooped up in a prison 80% of the time. or maybe the future seemed so because one was cooped up in a prison 80% of the time. i guess it really doesnt matter now that that the cuffs are finally off.
i've gotten back into a choir for carolling. that surprisingly didnt come as easy as freedom. grace for one, frightened me a little. i pictured her as being strict and matriarchal as a teacher and i didnt know what to expect from her. funny how i got this image got into my head even though we went clubbing together. and on top of this i doubted my abilities as a singer. it has been a while since i was in a choir. coupled with the grace-effect, the rhetoric got the better of me. what if i make mistakes? i dont know most of the songs and what if i dont learn quick enough? would she call me out on my mistakes embarrassingly? but things turned out quite the opposite. grace was, thankfully, fun and patient and i'm getting the hang of the songs. in fact, i enjoy carolling tremedously. to quote kit, 'it doesnt seem like chritsmas without it'.
many of my army buds have already found jobs. some started immediately after once again acquiring a carte blanche status. i on the other hand have chosen not to voluntarily put on another pair of handcuffs just as yet. i have one on hold, i think, starting in december and i'm doing what i do best: teach. you might think that it being so close to december already that i should have gotten dates and times and numbers and other specifics that make a job a job, but alas i have none. i dont even know how much i'm getting paid yet. i wonder what's taking them so long? i really need to call the centre back and make sure that we are on the same page.
other than the choir practices, i've just been hanging around with friends, studying at coffee houses and fast-food joints. days just go by in a slow hazy blur. i recall having a conversation with a friend and in that conversation i was asked the day and i couldnt give it. not in the momentarily-forgot kinda way but in the i-totally-dont-know way. it's a strange feeling. sometimes at home, i look up at the clock and i wonder to myself what the guys and i would be doing in camp. most of the time it wasnt at all appealing compared to what i have now and i would feel a glimmer of thanks. but just a glimmer and it would disappear as suddenly as it came.
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