Oh yes, it is here again. It feels like not too long ago I was saying this same thing. School is back rearing its ugly head, or its opportunities depending on how you look at it. Anthony and I will no longer have a social life for the next five months. Well, six for him. My schooling starts off slow, fortunately, unlike poor Anthony who is already spazing over math. Normally my classes don't take place every weekday, but this semester my schedule worked out so I don't have any class only on Wednesday. When I'm not in school, I'm at work, or I'm buried in my self-proclaimed studio churning out the projects. The one good thing about our sailors having school every day is that they have the rest of their time for homework and studying. Most sailors do not have a job to go to after class, and its a good thing too. I'm sure it would have a negative affect on their grades. This can also be bad thing for their mental state, too. Too much school and too little free time creates a very stressful environment for our sailors. Sure, that's half the point, and part of the reason why the Naval schooling is structured this way; to create optimal conditions to break down our boys and girls and reshape them to eat, sleep, and breathe Navy. Not the optimal conditions for learning. Heck, even our public school system has it down a little better.
Regardless of the gravity of the material being tought, students need a healthy place for mental growth. Sorry ladies and gents but this is not the place, and the designers of the program know that very well. They set up the system to burn out our sailors on purpose. Some take it very well, some don't even notice, and some see right through the charade and find themselves trapped within the binds of a contract they wish they could burn. Even a select few take all the problems they already have and mesh with with their new problems, march right on up to roof and leave them all behind. It's true that some people just can't handle it. Its such mind play its almost sickening. Hmm, design an educational program that will break down everyone's mental structure and then lecture them to not do drugs or kill themselves. Kind of counter productive, eh? Why not just have a better learning environment? Ah whats the use, I already when on a speech like this before. So to spare you all the agony of reading it again I'll move on.
Anthony and I started our semesters on the same day, ironically. I have one class that I haven't been to yet and its the only one that intimidates me. If a class about communications design scares me I can't even imagine how much Anthony's schooling would scare me. I can't fathom the amount of courage he and his fellow sailors must need for this. Far more than what I'm capable of I'm sure. Leading up to the start of the semester, being away from each other was particularly rough on us both. If it wasn't taking it's toll before, it definitely is now. We wonder how we can say we have a relationship if we never see each other for months and months. Neither of us want it to leave each other behind so we're still sticking together. Only one more year and I'll be able to join my sailor in his adventures. Until then we will try our hardest (and hopefully it won't take too much) to stay here for mutual support and occasionally prop ourselves up against each other when we're at our lowest points.
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