Here is my journal while at the Fire Academy so far for weeks 1 and 2:
I’ll be writing this journal every night if possible, but since we don’t have internet up here, I’m only able to upload this shit on the weekends, so you’ll have to read my latest installments every Friday night or Saturday sometime when I get around to posting them.
The academy doesn’t officially start until tomorrow, but everyone pretty much came up and moved in today, so I did as well. I just met my roommates, but being the piece of shit that I am, I can’t remember there names. I think It’s Mark and Joel. Or john… Fuck, it’s probably Jolean, who knows heh. I never understood that… I can remember how many transistors are on a GeForce 2 mx 4 years after hearing it, but I can’t remember a name after 30 seconds. WTF?
Anyway, I worked 8 hours today, drove home and studied. Apparently I only had to read 60 pages instead of the 120 that I read, and I only had to do two tests instead of the 5 I did. Yay for me paying attention like a dumb ass. That sucked trying to cram like I did. Oh well, now I’m ahead, raw. I just found out we only do the 5 mile run the last week. I’m fucking bummed as shit, I thought we’d hit that every day… Damn. I’ll have to bust my ass on my own I spose. Well, I think I’m going to crash right now, I’m pretty tired and want to be fresh in the morning. Peace.
Tuesday 02/18/03 Week 1, Day 1
So we officially started our Academy today. It’s not as paramilitary as I thought it would be. Don’t get me wrong, everything is Sir, yes sir, shine your boots, drill and marching etc, but like, they’ve moved away from the hardcore “GOD DAMNIT IT RECRUIT, YOU HAVE A SPEC OF DUST ON YOUR WORTHLESS GOD FORSAKEN SHIT STAINED BOOTS”… I’m not kidding either, it used to be like that. At one point, I’m kinda glad it’s not so hardcore like that, but at the other, I wish it was super boot campish. Granted getting my fuck bitched at 99% of the day could grow tiring, though I do wish it was slightly more hardcore than it was today. This is only day 1 though, I’m sure it will get much much more hardcore. BTW, you did read that right, I used “fuck” in representation of myself. “Getting my fuck bitched at”. Fuck is the most versatile word EVAR, I’ve always said this. I think it should be adopted into our language as an acceptable word. Anyway, back to the Academy.
Today we started the day with a two mile up and down hill run, did stretches for 15 minutes and a fuck load of push-ups and sit-ups. My arms are tired, so are my pecks. We did all class work today, and some marching practice. We rocked the house on marching though, picked it up fast as fuck for never doing it before. We will be smooth as silk in 10 weeks. I ran another mile by my self tonight, but than Tim came in and stopped me to run to North Bend real quick. I shouldn’t have went. I’m kinda pissed I didn’t stay and work out now, but oh well, I’m going to be hitting it hard as much as I can so I’ll make up for it.
I’m also now on the fitness committee with like 3 other people, we are going to be designing our work outs for the next 10 weeks, which is tight. We put together some basic stuff today, so we’ll see how it goes. Heh, also today we turned in two of the (4) tests that I did the other night, when I didn’t have to, but whatever… Anyway, so I turned them in, and an hour later they call me out to the head home boy’s office, and he’s like, “Do you have a learning disability?” and I burst into laughter, ahhaha… I don’t think that’s the response he was looking for. It was so tight, and I’m like “Uhh, no, not in the slightest.” And he’s like, because I mean, we can get someone to read the books to you, or tell you what the big words mean etc… At this point I couldn’t contain my laughter, and I think he was getting upset. So I said, “What? Why do you think I have a learning disability?”
Homeboy whips out my tests, which have about 87% of the answers wrong. I was like, whoa shit, I’ve never scored that bad on a test when I didn’t even READ the fucking book before. I mean, if I can get a 70% on a physics test where I never read the chapter nor paid attention, there is no way I only got 13% of the questions right on something I read… So at first I was like, holy shit, I have nothing to say. I said to him, “Sir, I can’t explain why I have a 13% on two different tests sir, but I don’t think I have a learning disability..”
He was really cool about it all, and I think he totally thought I kicked it on the short bus. He wanted to help, but I insisted a SPED, I was not. (To anyone who that offends…. stop being a pussy. =)) Then it clicked, I was like, well maybe I labeled the tests wrong. (They are bubble sheet tests) He went back and checked, I sat there and wondered how many people this little pow wow had involved before I got there to discuss how to help me. He comes back 5 minutes later and says he was sorry and it appears I just mislabeled the tests. He looked embarrassed as fuck, like he was sitting in high school and projectile shit-vomited while climbing the rope in gym class. (is that possible?) I felt like an ass, but it was pretty funny. Anyway, I’m jamming to RHCP right now while my roommates are studying, so I should probably go. Latar….
Wednesday 02.19.03 Week 1 Day 2
Well today was the second day of class. I slept like… 6 hours I think last night, which was the most I’ve slept so far, and I work up still feeling tired. I guess going to bed at 10:30 and getting up at 5:30 doesn’t work that great when you do a lot of physical work. I’ll try to go to bed a little earlier tonight, but after dinner it’s usually 7pm, I have to study, and I also want to work out too… bah, not enough hours during the day… It’s 7pm now, I’ll probably head down and go work out after I type this.
Today was pretty cool, a lot of interesting lecture, and we got a lot more paramilitary today, quite a bit more discipline, so I suspect it’s just going to fall in over time. I almost got my ass kicked today too. An instructer handed me something that I needed, and instead of saying “Sir, thank you sir”, I turned to him and said “thanks dude”. Hahah, he didn’t even notice, like, it went right through his brain as something that would be impossible to EVER happen, so his brain would processs it, because it’s not like he didn’t hear me, EVERYONE else heard it. I instantaneously jettisoned about 40 pounds of fecal matter into my Class B’s.
After Class we donned our PPE (Personal Protective Eqiupment) and threw SCBA’s (Self-Contained Breathing Apperatus) for like, an hour and a half. That get’s really tiring, really fast. You basically are in full gear, throwing a 30 pound back pack over your head, suiting up, going on air, in less than 45 seconds. About 20 steps total. Try doing that like 40 times in a row. After that, we ran(!) in full bunker gear to the burn tower, about 0.25 miles away uphill, and jumped(!) through an open window chest high to me (I’m officially 6’2”)… This was pretty hardcore, since the most any of us have done in PPE was walk at fast speeds before. This stuff was not designed to be agile in. Thought I guess we’ll all be taught how to make it work for extreme circumstances.
All in all, I love it so far. I’m just pretty sore right now, and looking forward to a day off this weekend. Hooya! Bulldogs!
Friday 02.21.03 Week 1 Day 4
I didn’t update last night because I was so tired, we did search and rescue all fricking day. It destroyed all of us heh. We all went to bed at like, fuck 7:30 yesterday. It was awesome though. My knees were sore as hell though, I had no knee pads, so I was just crawling on hot concrete all day long. Today was more of the same of yesterday, which again destroyed me, but the pain in my knees from yesterday multiplied by a factor of 70 today. It was all worth it though, as at the end of the day, we lit up the warehouse full of dry wooden pallets and torched the place. The instructor than placed 7 fire fighters inside and told them to basically find a place to die, while us, the people on the outside had to go in and rescue them. It was so bad ass, everyone was rocking the house. Super fast paced action was to be had. My Team was on the outside of the warehouse waiting to extricate people, while two teams of 6 went in after them. They busted out the windows as the front door openings they went in at had collapsed, so they started to pass people out to us as the flames were roaring out. It was so tight. Anyway, I’m on my home now, so I’ll write more later.
Tuesday 02.24.03 Week 2 Day 2
Just like on Thursday and Friday of last week, again we did search and rescue, and warehouse fires this week. We also did some SCBA confined space maneuvers, such as crawling in narrow passage ways, removing our SCBA while still breathing from it in a confined space, pushing it in front of us until we get out of the space, and donning it while still unable to move. That’s a pretty tiring maneuver, however it is quite fun.
We did some calisthenics yesterday, those raped me. The nice thing about calisthenics though, is that you are not sore the rest of the day after doing them. I’m sore as a virgin whore after doing a black dude today though. (That was interesting). Luckily today we ran 2 ¼ miles instead of an additional calisthenics day, as I would have sucked doing those today.
I just finished my first test today. I think I did pretty good, at least an 80%, that’s for sure. I’m still pissed at myself though, I want to get a 100% on every test, and will be studying like fuck this week for our second test.