tachisis diary

ponedjeljak, 09.11.2009.

I have less than a week to go now

I have less than a week to go now, and I'm trying not to freak out. I knew this would happen, but I think I can deal with it. It's like going to the doctor and knowing they're going to have to give you a shot; the anticipation is far worse than the act itself. Except in this case, I don't know if that's true or not.Tomorrow is a day of tests. I have to take a made-up gobbledegook language test tomorrow morning to test my capacity for understanding... well, I'm not sure quite what it tests. I guess, should I ever get lost and have to communicate with munchkins in their own, made-up language, I'll have some experience. After that, it's my first official PT test. My last unofficial test with Evan went quite poorly, so any sort of improvement is good. I feel okay about that one; I've been drinking plenty of milk.And then, hopefully, the sweet oblivion of sleep.But first- more ruckmarching. Whee! I can't wait until I stop doing this sort of thing for "fun" and start doing it because I have to.(I don't suppose it's very military to say "whee!". I'll have to watch that.)

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