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week 1 - receiving week.

So, i'm going to omit my experience at MEPS since that place is just standing around bored, I was suprised that I wasn't nervous the entire time I was waiting to get to boot camp. Nothing bothered me until we were on the bus on the way to MCRD. The driver made us all have our heads between our knees for the duration of the trip. The trip took a long time, even though the airport was RIGHT next to MCRD, like, one barbed wire fence between them.

So we get there, are yelled at to get out of the bus and line up on yellow footprints outside, we were shown a light up poster board outside while we're standing on the footprints. I remember it was raining outside and me just telling myself "Here we go >_<" basically all of it was us acknowledging that we knew we came there by choice, yada yada yada, liability bullshit. We were rushed inside through an assembly line. First we had to empty out our civilian belongings and hold on to whatever they didn't confiscate. We then got Drill instructors officially shouting at us how it all worked (before the yelling seemed random) that we basically would only say three things for the next 13+ weeks; Yes sir, No sir, or Aye-aye sir for orders, and that we had to scream it at the top of our lungs. I lost my voice 3 times during bootcamp, once during receiving, the other two later into phase one.

We didn't get to sleep that night, we had to stay up through the night and next day, the initial yelling was stressful, but whenever the DIs weren't around, we thought we had room to talk, WRONG. I thought going in that the DIs would be the only people who'd yell at you. Anyone there who wasn't a recruit was supposed to yell at recruits. The people at Dental, Medical, anyone who handled our files, taught brief classes, EVERYONE was screaming at us 24/7. And it was because we were in receiving week, trust me, those on the first week stand out since we never wore the camoflouged blouses. We called them blouses since they weren't tucked in.

Anyway, I was hungry as ******** the entire week because we had so little time to eat except for during lunch, but the sack lunches had a small amount of food. But other than that, while I was incredibly homesick because of what seemed like the worst week of my life (Receiving looking back was the easiest week of bootcamp) I admit to crying the first night of sleep (the second night of bootcamp) never again after though.

We were informed very little on this week, a lot of scare games/bluffs were given, a lot of standing and waiting in line, a lot of random sessions of marking our s**t, one full day of us getting shots (one HUGE shot went in the a** >_< that was a day of a sore right butt cheek, i shiver just thinking of it lol) and everything checked on. We had a piss test, which just prior they had us drink...3, maybe 4 full canteens, which hold 24 ounces if you didn't know, so we drank until we vomitted basically, which is illegal, it's not like people have died from drinking too much water or anything *cough* that radio wii contest *cough* and I really mean that DIs can't do that, we didn't know that then though. A lot of people pissed them self that day, I didn't but I did vomit. I think someone while peeing on them self, actually got someone right next to them too lol.

Black friday, which is the last day of receiving week...oh god. We thought the sea bags we packed and carried were heavy moving from the receiving barracks down like, a block, was bad at this time. Then we got into our squad bay to meet our drill instructors, that day sucked. We were introduced to the game "Two sheets and a blanket" but when the DIs first came out was the scariest s**t up to that point. The duty hut (the one room with a door really, the DIs go in there when they're not on your case) door busted open randomly and five DIs, versus the usual 1-2 we're used to dealing with, come out holding a salute and walking into a line, then they all read off the Drill Instructors Pledge. Immediately after the fun begins! they yell at us to get up, on line, and scramble with us for what seemed like forever. We had the three lowest billeted drill instructors screaming at us, the Senior DI left, and the Junior DI was in the center of the squadbay giving all the orders, but he had a low volume, and how to describe the odd way he said everything, eh, it was quiet, creepy, and hard to hear over the yelling, but if we ******** it up, oh god.

I'll expand on this later, i'm not in the mood atm.