Language: Today's vocab quiz also sucked. I've been hurting for time lately so I haven't been studying as much as I used to. I still passed but there's a difference between a low B and the high A I normally get. Fortunately, these quizzes aren't official grades anyways but are for personal reference. I also received the feedback on my independent homework that I turned into my mentor. I thought I did a shoddy, rushed job on it... but she seemed impressed. Nice. Now I have to wonder what she'll think when I turn in something up to my standards.
Military: The PFT I had scheduled in June was moved up to this Saturday because one Marine couldn't leave well enough alone. Even while I was trying to fix it he was running around making a mess of things. Then, when I expressed my concern to my friends about my run time, as I've been training for long and slow instead of short and fast, he was condescending towards me because of my run times. The rest of my Marines are generally good guys and all the other marathon runners have been supportive of just trying to run a marathon but I guess there will also be the one prick to try and foul your day.
Apartment: I took the Hooah with me to look at apartments today. After talking it over with some NCOs I expanded my apartment search into a town 20 minutes out where the prices drop substantially. For $850/month I can get a decent apartment. I met the landlord for one apartment and she showed me a unit that, despite being a mess because of the last tenant, was still in good shape. I think they had just repainted and installed new carpets too. The unit is also a corner unit facing the sunrise so the natural lighting is good, the neighbors are friendly, the landlord is friendly, there is a covered carport with storage, and we both just had a good vibe of the place. The second unit we tried to look at felt cramped and "squirmy" as the Hooah put it just from the parking lot. We'll see what happens.
Medical: I'm sick. All because this nasty sailor in my class doesn't know how to cover her mouth. So now my left nostril is plugged, I have a headache, I'm choking on my own tonsils, and it's difficult to sleep. Right before my PFT. Time to hit it with the old one-two of intolerably spicy food and enough vitamin C to make my urine neon.
Personal: For the intolerably spicy food the Hooah and I went to this little hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant before the apartment hunt. I was expecting a little taco shack from what the Gunny had told me. It was actually rather nice inside and quite tasty. It's nice to sit and eat with friends. It really is.
She tells me that my Spanish pronunciation (of menu items) really, really sucks.
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