DO IT FASTER; MAKES US STRONGER.

As my social life is ever-turbulent, and the static of consciousness escapes me when facing academic relations, the one aspect of my life that is neither stationary nor completely chaotic remains to be my participation in the Army National Guard. Drill is something that I dread and then inevitably end up reflecting on with no meagre amount of gratification. I respect many of the people there, from the cadre to my co-Privates, and especially SFC Domenech, my NCOIC. RSP is like Basic Training-light; we learn the essential skills we will need to survive Basic with minimal amount of heartache, but by the same token it lacks the psychotic mind games that Drill Sergeants play with their victims. My most recent drill was a mixture of accomplishment and dissatisfaction, both of which are compelling impeti, in the long run. In school I am usually more than competent without any effort. In social situations, I am able to maintain an environment that, if not ideal, is certainly a preferable scene. In RSP, all of my abilities go out the window, and I am a straggler. I must put forth my all or nothing; there is no happy medium. Now that I am home, I look at my extended essay and my sundry homework assignments and my college applications with despairing indolence. But back in the Fredericksburg Armory I am all I can be, every single second.