Block 8

Eight is normally my favorite number. My birthday is 8/18/81 so naturally I chose that one being that there's really no good reason to have a favorite number but since it chose me, it's my preferred numerical value. I just passed Block 8 in the BMET school and it was NOT my favorite block. As a matter of fact, I hated it the most out of the others.
Mainly it was because of our instructor. I won't name names, but if she ever reads this she'll probably know I'm talking about her. I wonder if I can get in trouble for this? Oh well.
This sergeant was well below military standards for any kind of physical fitness test yet had the gall to ignore that obvious fact and act like some kind of bad @$$ chick. I hate it when people over compensate for their obvious short comings. Who cares if you're not tough? Don't act like you are when we all know you couldn't fight or catch anyone who could run faster than a 10 minute mile. I know I'm not tough so I didn't try to fight her on it. Mainly 'cause I thought she could whoop me, but at least I can accept that.
Well anyway...I made it out of block 8 and am on day 2 of block 9 and our main instructor is a hilarious, cranky old man who randomly yells words or sentences throughout the day. He keeps lecture interesting and hopefully I'll make it through this block with a little less stress. I lost 7 lbs. the last block because I was so nervous I was going to fail. I guess I hope block 9 isn't too easy 'cause I don't want those 7 lbs. back.