A Corper's Diary - Day 3.

I want to blog about my Corper time at camp but these drills leave a brother drained plus been up at 3 am because some guys shower all night is just not the bizness. It is day 3 and I am getting used to it all, quickly too.
Registration was a pain in the butt. You would have thought they would evolve but the same thing my friend complained about years ago is still going on. Filled out 4 forms requiring the same information at 4 different stations. It was all rowdy and the Corpers are not acting like we are here for life development. But it sure is nice.
It is hard to be a student who studied abroad which also includes those who studied in close by countries. Though you would think we all went to America to study with the way peeps talk about it. And there is this animosity that exists with everyone thinking we are getting some form of special treatment like been allowed to leave camp. If only. And I am called a foreigner in my own country. Damn. I was so sure this is the last place I would be called that. Let the discrimination stop. I and a friend who studied in jand (London) spoke with this lady who didn't know we studied abroad. The vile coming from her towards students who studied abroad stretched a mile and the whole time we were nice, made her laugh and tried "on behalf" of foreign students to clarify her biases. She thought we were different in how we looked at them. Then at the end she asked where I studied, I toyed with her a bit then told her California. Oh my word, you could have blown her away witha rappers doo-rag. Now she blushes when she sees me. I think she is awed by my presence. Hey, it has to be something.
3 days down, 18 to go. The drills are crazy, muscles I didn't know I had are hurting mad. My neck damed about gave up this afternnon. But my posture is damned near perfect thanks to my platoon commander.
No doubt you would here statements like "if you are in your room, you are wrong." Best sing son ever from our military attachments. Sneaked up on unsuspecting core members and screamed "if you are in the hall talking, you are wrong." They quickly dispersed before they noticed I almost pee'd on myself laughing. It has its good sides but I still have issues with been up at 3 am because some guy has to shower earley for no reason. I hope to bring you sweet jists and detailed happenings. But these tiring drills and a BB keyboard are not the bizzness.
Ha, my roomie thinks I should use my Cali slangs and accent to swoop girls on camp. Hmmm.