Marines are soldiers, by definition. Get off your high horse, get over yourselves, and get over it. I'm sorry, but I just can't stand the arrogance. I don't care if you've saved lives or served this country for 50 gajillion years. If you're really heroes then you're not going to yell to the sky calling yourselves as such, and you're not going to go around and throw an enormous pissy fit every time someone calls you a "soldier" instead of "Marine" with a capital "M."
So, freshman year of college = almost over. 'Twas an awesome year! My dad and others like to say people develop work habits and personality traits and such in high school. While I suppose this is true, I feel like college was a pretty intense sifter of personality traits far more important than high school. Now that I think about it, I think most of what I still believe today began in high school, but coming here and learning things and etc really humbled me and matured me I think. If that makes sense. I'm happy with who I'm becoming. I'm excited for what the future may hold. I have new perspectives, and I hope to gain more of those. Also, I've gained a shitload of tolerance having lived with the guy I've shared this tiny-ass room with since Fall quarter.
Also, Elie did better than she thinks she did; I listened to Laura High play a French horn solo and she did rather poorly. And it was slow, and she kept having to stop at one part. And she's an upper-classman. Also, I love zombies, so if Elie were a zombie I'd still love her. :D In any case, she needs to remember that other people mess up badly, too, no matter how badly she thinks she messed up. It's weird referring to her in the third person when I'm more or less addressing her directly.
Two more days in Bellingham. *sigh* What else to say? I'm going to miss this place and its people, but I really have to try to make the most of my situation(s) this summer. If I keep focusing on that, I'll be fine, I think.
--Jon
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