Chillbook's War Log: Entry #1 · 10:04pm Aug 25th, 2015
I knew I'd have to return someday, but I still never prepared myself. Today, I went back into the field. My third year of Advanced Deployment. It was as awful as I could have ever dreamed.
My convoy was late by half an hour, leaving me alone with my "comrades", though they seemed to be as hostile as the enemy. When the bus finally did arrive, I filed myself away and kept my eyes out the window. Eye contact was suicidal.
When I arrived, I was late, alone, and afraid. The few proper allies I had were MIA, and everyone seemed to be hostiles. But, to my surprise, it all went well. I was ignored, to my pleasure, and I eventually found those few I call friends. Then, it took a sour turn. The dreaded Icebreaker.
What's your name? What's your favorite color? What do you want to be when you grow up? Oh, but this was an advanced version of this technique. Instead of sharing the information yourself, you had to interrogate your comrades. I refused interrogation, and they recovered no data on me. That was a mistake.
He told me to stand, and I reluctantly complied. Then he asked me the questions I had been too stubborn to ask others. Oh, this was much worse. Favorite food. Favorite color. "What do you want to be when you grow up"? The most demeaning of questions. I'm a Junior in high school, for chrissakes. Enough is enough. I needed to escape deployment, go AWOL. But, alas, I still had an hour and a half before my temporary leave. It got better in that hour and a half, but mostly because not much was done. Thank Celestia for online classes.
Well, this was a sort of abridged version of my first day of school this year. Who else started school this week? Anything interesting happen? Can't wait to live out the rest of this week of school *sarcasm intensifies*
Ah high school... My junior year was particularly depressing, but that was my fault for isolating myself; just keep in mind you're already halfway there, it doesn't get harder, just different.
Hell, I actually have some fond memories of high school and made a couple of lasting, potentially life-long friends.
I think we all felt this way mate.
Doesn't change the fact it sucks