DEPper

So now I'm officially in DEP (Delayed Entry Program) and considered a DEPper, or DEP Recruit Thompson.

And yes, I failed to write right when I finished with MEPS. I had picked up a virus from my dad and went through MEPS with a temperature that I'm sure was over 100 degrees. So I've been in recovery over the weekend.

Right now my contract says that I'm going in for Sonar Technician with Advanced Electronics (6 year program). But I'm looking into Advanced Electronics/Computer Field, or Electronics Technician, which is leaving in April, instead of May, but I also get $10,000 bonus, and I get to hang out with AJ for a year before I'm completely taken away from everyone.

$10,000 = new Audi...mm mm car.

Anyway, I started training for basic training (odd concept a little bit). I started off with walking around the skyway at a fast pace for about 25 minutes, 49 sit ups, and 4 reps of 4 push ups. My goal for sit ups is to hit 90 in two minutes and 40 push ups in 2 minutes.

Military Entrance Processing Stations (MEPS)

Tomorrow, I go to MEPS. I'm nervous and doubting myself and my decision. But I have to just jump into this. I if I don't, I won't ever do it. I think I'm nervous about starting a new chapter in my life. I won't have mom here to help me or dad to make me laugh. It's a bit scary. I have to do this though.

I feel proud that I've made it this far. I think I'm just nervous about what will happen tomorrow, but I'll get over it. I'll probably be fine once I'm there, and surrounded by people with the same thoughts in their heads (lol).

I hope I can have my cell, at least at the hotel. I'm going to be freaking out at MEPS and after the ASVAB (Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery). This is the first time I've had worms, fears, and excitement over a new career or schooling. I think the only reason I had worms over St. Kate's was because I was moving out for the first time. I never really cared about journalism as a career. I was kind of excited for web design, but I don't know how to make friends. I suck at small talk. I think or rather know that Navy will be good for me somehow.

...lol, I suppose I'll need a smaller journal too...

This weird passive scared is odd. I think I'm comfortable with my decision, I'm just making up "What if's"

But I know I can do this. Everything will be fine and I'll grow as a human. I will be better than I am.

I'm joining for sure

I have to do this before my typical procrastinator self convinces the rest of me not to. Am I 100% sure this is what I want? No, but perhaps it's what I need. And I know I can do this.

So the deal is that I go to the recruitment office tomorrow to fill out paperwork for 2 hours or so. On Tuesday my recruiter is taking me to MEPS, and on Wednesday I'm enlisting.

And holy fucking shit am I scared.