I am really enjoying my EMT class. From the very first day -- actually from the very second day, after the cop dropped the class, I've really felt like this is going to be a great bunch of people to work with. We're kind of forced together, because we're all in uniform already and we do a lot of "team building" stuff together.
So far, I don't think I've made any enemies, which is good considering my penchant for making friends and enemies at equal and alarming rates. At least no obvious enemies, which is even scarier because that means that they're stealthy enemies, and I'm not equipped to deal with that kind of thing.
Thursday in lab was "Playing with Stethoscopes Day" which was cool. We had to break up the class into two groups, so my group went off to go learn how to take blood pressure, and after awhile we were going to switch with the other group. In between the switch we had a break, where a couple of my friends from the other group came to me, and said "Whatever she asks: volunteer. Don't worry about what it is, just volunteer." Luckily my buddy came to me and said "So are you going to take off your shirt?"
Basically for the next class, they needed someone to get up in front of the class and take off their shirt so they could show where we're supposed to listen to lung sounds, my little buddy there had been the unfortunate soul who got up there, and was nice enough to warn me. When we got into class, the instructor called for a volunteer, and simultaneously three girls in my class point at me and say my name.
So now I'm sitting there, and I've been called out. I went, "I don't think any of us want this to happen," but I had to do it. So I had to take off my shirt and get up in front of the class.
This sort of thing is definitely motivation for me to get my diet AND my gym routine back on track. So it looks like I'm going to start BFL again hardcore, because if I'm going to be getting all naked in front of my class, it's the least I can do.
Friday, October 10, 2008
The Todd Chair - Bridges Week 20
Well there isn't much time left for me in Bridges, really only four weeks, plus a couple of follow-up sessions. This time, I was about a half hour late for class. I poked my head in, and I was like "uh, can I be here?" And Todd was like "eh, half an hour? What do we think guys, should we let him stay?" The whole class was quiet. Apparently I'm not as well liked as I thought I was. Finally Drywall Jim goes "Let him stay." Todd goes, "Did you do the homework?" I said I had, the homework is that same sheet we have to fill out every week that asks us what happened in our lives to cause resentment or conflict and what we did about it. I've been on a kick lately about my shitty ex-neighbors who were so helpful to the police the night I was arrested. My daughters still go over and spend time with them from time to time, and every once in awhile one of my girls will mention them. Anytime one of them says something about what a good time they had at the exneighbors, I have to choke back the comments that come rushing into my brain. Things like: "Oh that's nice, I sure hope their house doesn't burn down with them all asleep inside" or "Wow, I sure hope Linda doesn't die fisting herself" and other less friendly things. I am sure Todd would have a problem with my mindset here, probably thinking that I am placing blame on them, which I am. I suppose as long as I don't actually say any of those things to the girls, or to the exneighbors themselves, I'm probably ok.
So there I am back in class, I've got my homework finished, and then Todd asks me did I do the assignment. I'd totally forgotten about it, so I had to say no. Todd, seemed to consider that for a moment, and finally said "Well, you're a half hour late, but you usually have something good to contribute to class, so come on in." Which was cool to hear, especially in light of the lack of people coming to my aid when he asked if they thought I should stay.
So the assignment he was talking about was given last week and we were supposed to go talk to five people that know us well and ask them "What is it that I do that upsets you?" and we write down their answers. It turns out that about half the class didn't get this done and we were all banished to one side of the room, while the other had to give the rundown on their answers. So I don't think that I need to explain how much this assignment sucks. Even if you think you already know what all your faults are, it's always painful to have them pointed out to you. I've already gone through this to some degree, and I wasn't eagerly anticipating doing it again.
The guys that had done the assignment had some good things to say, and almost all of them were surprised by some of the answers they'd gotten to that question. Drywall Jim said that he thought he was a pretty laid-back boss and it was surprising to him to find out how many people he worked with thought he was a dick. JoeTee said that his girlfriend told him that even though they live together he acts as if it's his place, not theirs. And when we'd gone around the circle, Todd said that when he asked his daughter, she said that he played video games too much, and not enough with her. You could tell that all of these things really touched a nerve with these guys.
Todd's participation with us in this assignment really drove it home for me. Then in class, he asked us if we had anything we'd like to say to him about what he might do that upsets us. A couple of guys said things like they couldn't tell when he was being serious and when he was joking, this was emphasized by Drywall Jim's impression of Todd where he went "Hahaha, you know if you get a UA-- you're going to fucking jail!" Which kind of cracked us up. I said that sometimes it seemed like he jumped on an obvious joke and wouldn't let it go, like one time this guy that I haven't thought of a nickname for yet was trying to tell us a story. Unfortunately he started his story off with "I've been having woman problems..." and, woo boy, Todd was all over that. Poor guy couldn't get more than four words out about this argument he had with his girl before Todd or somebody was making some crack about periods, or pregnancy or some other bullshit. Finally the guy just gave up trying to tell the story, and I thought that was kind of harsh.
You could really tell that Todd was taking all this to heart. Apparently he'd already asked a few of his coworkers and was surprised to have the reoccuring theme of his arrogance. He asked me if I thought he was arrogant, and I said that I didn't think so, but I was pretty sure people on my list were going to tell me I was arrogant, so I'm probably not a good judge. I thought about it for awhile, and yeah, I can see where that came from, I think my first references to Todd in this blog were about what a douchebag he was, and I think that probably comes from my impression of his cockiness. So as Todd was taking all this "constructive" critisism he was handling it pretty well, he kept saying things like, "yeah I can change that," or "ok, I will look into that" but finally I chimed in and said "Man, I don't want to do this, because I really don't want this group to change." A bunch of the guys agreed with me, the last thing we want is to go and sit in there straight faced and work from the book for an hour and a half every week without getting to know anything about eachother. Least of all me, because it wouldn't give me anything to write about.
So I am going to go to the people on my list and ask them. Maybe I'll post their answers, I'm not sure yet if I'm willing to offer up that much vulnerability. There might be a few of you out there reading this that don't yet fully know what a piece of crap I am. I'm not in a big hurry to sully my reputation further.
So there I am back in class, I've got my homework finished, and then Todd asks me did I do the assignment. I'd totally forgotten about it, so I had to say no. Todd, seemed to consider that for a moment, and finally said "Well, you're a half hour late, but you usually have something good to contribute to class, so come on in." Which was cool to hear, especially in light of the lack of people coming to my aid when he asked if they thought I should stay.
So the assignment he was talking about was given last week and we were supposed to go talk to five people that know us well and ask them "What is it that I do that upsets you?" and we write down their answers. It turns out that about half the class didn't get this done and we were all banished to one side of the room, while the other had to give the rundown on their answers. So I don't think that I need to explain how much this assignment sucks. Even if you think you already know what all your faults are, it's always painful to have them pointed out to you. I've already gone through this to some degree, and I wasn't eagerly anticipating doing it again.
The guys that had done the assignment had some good things to say, and almost all of them were surprised by some of the answers they'd gotten to that question. Drywall Jim said that he thought he was a pretty laid-back boss and it was surprising to him to find out how many people he worked with thought he was a dick. JoeTee said that his girlfriend told him that even though they live together he acts as if it's his place, not theirs. And when we'd gone around the circle, Todd said that when he asked his daughter, she said that he played video games too much, and not enough with her. You could tell that all of these things really touched a nerve with these guys.
Todd's participation with us in this assignment really drove it home for me. Then in class, he asked us if we had anything we'd like to say to him about what he might do that upsets us. A couple of guys said things like they couldn't tell when he was being serious and when he was joking, this was emphasized by Drywall Jim's impression of Todd where he went "Hahaha, you know if you get a UA-- you're going to fucking jail!" Which kind of cracked us up. I said that sometimes it seemed like he jumped on an obvious joke and wouldn't let it go, like one time this guy that I haven't thought of a nickname for yet was trying to tell us a story. Unfortunately he started his story off with "I've been having woman problems..." and, woo boy, Todd was all over that. Poor guy couldn't get more than four words out about this argument he had with his girl before Todd or somebody was making some crack about periods, or pregnancy or some other bullshit. Finally the guy just gave up trying to tell the story, and I thought that was kind of harsh.
You could really tell that Todd was taking all this to heart. Apparently he'd already asked a few of his coworkers and was surprised to have the reoccuring theme of his arrogance. He asked me if I thought he was arrogant, and I said that I didn't think so, but I was pretty sure people on my list were going to tell me I was arrogant, so I'm probably not a good judge. I thought about it for awhile, and yeah, I can see where that came from, I think my first references to Todd in this blog were about what a douchebag he was, and I think that probably comes from my impression of his cockiness. So as Todd was taking all this "constructive" critisism he was handling it pretty well, he kept saying things like, "yeah I can change that," or "ok, I will look into that" but finally I chimed in and said "Man, I don't want to do this, because I really don't want this group to change." A bunch of the guys agreed with me, the last thing we want is to go and sit in there straight faced and work from the book for an hour and a half every week without getting to know anything about eachother. Least of all me, because it wouldn't give me anything to write about.
So I am going to go to the people on my list and ask them. Maybe I'll post their answers, I'm not sure yet if I'm willing to offer up that much vulnerability. There might be a few of you out there reading this that don't yet fully know what a piece of crap I am. I'm not in a big hurry to sully my reputation further.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
You's a Crowd - Follow Up
*Spoiler Alert*
The Cop dropped the EMT Basic class. Oh man, it's a Christmas miracle!
The Cop dropped the EMT Basic class. Oh man, it's a Christmas miracle!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Explain Yourself To Our Guard Bear
Well, it's been almost a month. For those of you eagerly awaiting the follow up to my last post where my Oz persona was so rudely stripped away to reveal the pale shuddering little man underneath, I am sorry for the delay. And, if you were worried about me, I appreciate it.
Bridges Week 19
Truth be told, I haven't been all that motivated to post lately because my Bridges groups haven't been all that eventful.
The session after I was called out, Todd had a short follow up with me in class. He reassured me once again that I did very well telling my story, not blaming, taking responsibility, and defending myself appropriately. But, he said, the thing that he keeps coming back to, is that he doesn't feel that I grasp the extreme nature of my situation, or the story of what brought me to Bridges. I don't really know how to reassure him that I do, in fact, understand how severe my situation was, I just don't show it as well as maybe some of the other guys do. I told him, that I've been through some pretty extraordinary shit in my life, and being attacked isn't anything all that new to me. Still though, it's pretty obvious to me that answer far from satisfies Todd. It hurts me to be labeled that way, because I think I do have a pretty good grasp on the reality of things, and I don't want to be that guy; the guy who lives in denial of his situation.
So I think about that a lot.
School
I started school this Monday. I have to say that I am very excited. It's a little humbling, because I'm pretty sure that in all of my classes that I am in the top 5% of the age demographic. I am hoping that whatever I've picked up in the last ten years gives me an edge on all the young punks I am going to be competing against for Firefighter jobs.
You's a Crowd
So, in keeping with the chaotic/ironic theme of my life over the last few years, I have to share this story. On Tuesday I show up for my first EMT Basic class about ten minutes before class is set to begin. I took a seat in the first row because there wasn't much else available. I had a good view of the door there, so I could see all the new students coming in after me pretty clearly. At one point, this dude walks in and goes over to check in with the instructor and I recognize him, but I can't remember from where at first. Is he one of the firefighters I met earlier? No. Is he--oh, shit. He's the cop that arrested, and then later testified against me.
It's pretty clear that he recognizes me. He takes a seat two over from me, so I have to hand him all the papers the instructor is giving out, all the while trying to avoid his accusing gaze. I know he hates me, because he's only ever heard the one (highly inaccurate) side of the story that paints me as a raving psychopath, plus there's the time he basically said that he hated me, so there's that. I can't really blame him, if I thought I did the things he thinks I did, I would hate me too.
So now I'm sitting there, in a vat of awkward paranoia, trying to think of something, anything positive that can come out of this. All I can do is think, hey, maybe I can win this guy over. So now, I'm determined to make him my best friend by the time I finish EMT Basic I. Here's to hope.
Fitness Junk
I have been working out pretty faithfully. The diet has cleaned up a lot, and I can definately feel a difference, especially when I am playing basketball. I am going to have to kick it into high gear though, now that school is starting and I am applying for firefighting positions.
Family Update
I have been spending a lot more time with the girls, my daughters. I have really been enjoying getting to hang out with them. Even the oldest who makes very sure to let me know the following universal truths:
1. She hates me
2. She is miserable
3. I don't understand anything
So I am really trying, and usually when I get her in the morning, she will acknowledge my existence by 3pm, but usually only if she is hungry. I always try to remember what a little retard I was, and how badly I treated my stepmom, and figure that it's just karma coming back to bite me in the ass.
The youngest is always so much fun. She is down for anything and seems to really enjoy her time with me. I took her to a high school football game the other day and we had a blast together.
I love them a lot, I feel like I've wasted too much time not being a part of their lives and I am just stoked to have them again.
Bridges Week 19
Truth be told, I haven't been all that motivated to post lately because my Bridges groups haven't been all that eventful.
The session after I was called out, Todd had a short follow up with me in class. He reassured me once again that I did very well telling my story, not blaming, taking responsibility, and defending myself appropriately. But, he said, the thing that he keeps coming back to, is that he doesn't feel that I grasp the extreme nature of my situation, or the story of what brought me to Bridges. I don't really know how to reassure him that I do, in fact, understand how severe my situation was, I just don't show it as well as maybe some of the other guys do. I told him, that I've been through some pretty extraordinary shit in my life, and being attacked isn't anything all that new to me. Still though, it's pretty obvious to me that answer far from satisfies Todd. It hurts me to be labeled that way, because I think I do have a pretty good grasp on the reality of things, and I don't want to be that guy; the guy who lives in denial of his situation.
So I think about that a lot.
School
I started school this Monday. I have to say that I am very excited. It's a little humbling, because I'm pretty sure that in all of my classes that I am in the top 5% of the age demographic. I am hoping that whatever I've picked up in the last ten years gives me an edge on all the young punks I am going to be competing against for Firefighter jobs.
You's a Crowd
So, in keeping with the chaotic/ironic theme of my life over the last few years, I have to share this story. On Tuesday I show up for my first EMT Basic class about ten minutes before class is set to begin. I took a seat in the first row because there wasn't much else available. I had a good view of the door there, so I could see all the new students coming in after me pretty clearly. At one point, this dude walks in and goes over to check in with the instructor and I recognize him, but I can't remember from where at first. Is he one of the firefighters I met earlier? No. Is he--oh, shit. He's the cop that arrested, and then later testified against me.
It's pretty clear that he recognizes me. He takes a seat two over from me, so I have to hand him all the papers the instructor is giving out, all the while trying to avoid his accusing gaze. I know he hates me, because he's only ever heard the one (highly inaccurate) side of the story that paints me as a raving psychopath, plus there's the time he basically said that he hated me, so there's that. I can't really blame him, if I thought I did the things he thinks I did, I would hate me too.
So now I'm sitting there, in a vat of awkward paranoia, trying to think of something, anything positive that can come out of this. All I can do is think, hey, maybe I can win this guy over. So now, I'm determined to make him my best friend by the time I finish EMT Basic I. Here's to hope.
Fitness Junk
I have been working out pretty faithfully. The diet has cleaned up a lot, and I can definately feel a difference, especially when I am playing basketball. I am going to have to kick it into high gear though, now that school is starting and I am applying for firefighting positions.
Family Update
I have been spending a lot more time with the girls, my daughters. I have really been enjoying getting to hang out with them. Even the oldest who makes very sure to let me know the following universal truths:
1. She hates me
2. She is miserable
3. I don't understand anything
So I am really trying, and usually when I get her in the morning, she will acknowledge my existence by 3pm, but usually only if she is hungry. I always try to remember what a little retard I was, and how badly I treated my stepmom, and figure that it's just karma coming back to bite me in the ass.
The youngest is always so much fun. She is down for anything and seems to really enjoy her time with me. I took her to a high school football game the other day and we had a blast together.
I love them a lot, I feel like I've wasted too much time not being a part of their lives and I am just stoked to have them again.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Bridges Week 16, Let's Talk About Me
There's a couple of things I don't normally do that I am doing tonight. Tonight I drank alone. I know that's somewhere in the top ten are you an alcoholic questions, but I assure you I had perfectly good reasons. Specifically: nobody wanted to drink with me. I guess that's it.
I found the World's greatest bar. I wasn't sure until I observed the fourth chubby girl in a row get up to sing her Karoke version of some classic Fleetwood Mac song. FOUR FLEETWOOD MAC SONGS! IN A ROW! It was the greatest thing ever. So I sat quietly by, drinking my Blue Moon beers, reading the New York Times on my phone, so as not to draw attention to the fact that I was indeed drinking alone on a Thursday night. I don't know if the fact that it was a Thursday night makes it better or worse for me.
All the while contemplating my future in Antarctica.
Tonight it was my turn to talk about myself in group. Finally. All the planning and strategy I'd tried to come up with came completely unraveled at Todd's first confrontation of my glossing over the life I've lived. I don't think I've ever faced the person I am, all the things I've done, as completely as I have tonight. It is not unlike the feeling you get in the dream where you find yourself naked in the halls of your middle school with everyone pointing and laughing. Except nobody was laughing.
I found the World's greatest bar. I wasn't sure until I observed the fourth chubby girl in a row get up to sing her Karoke version of some classic Fleetwood Mac song. FOUR FLEETWOOD MAC SONGS! IN A ROW! It was the greatest thing ever. So I sat quietly by, drinking my Blue Moon beers, reading the New York Times on my phone, so as not to draw attention to the fact that I was indeed drinking alone on a Thursday night. I don't know if the fact that it was a Thursday night makes it better or worse for me.
All the while contemplating my future in Antarctica.
Tonight it was my turn to talk about myself in group. Finally. All the planning and strategy I'd tried to come up with came completely unraveled at Todd's first confrontation of my glossing over the life I've lived. I don't think I've ever faced the person I am, all the things I've done, as completely as I have tonight. It is not unlike the feeling you get in the dream where you find yourself naked in the halls of your middle school with everyone pointing and laughing. Except nobody was laughing.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Bridges Week 13 - HALT
First off, Ogre showed up to class. I did not see that coming. I guess I kind of figured that if he hadn't been kicked out of the program for last week, than he would be too embarrassed to show his face back in class so quickly. I guess I underestimated his ability to absorb chastisement.
At the beginning of class, Todd did his usual round-robin of introductions. Most guys just say their name and talk about how they're doing work-wise, or how their dealings with their family or the State are going. When it got to me, I told everyone that I'd just registered for school and that I was really excited about it. When it got to Ogre, at first he just said "I'm Ogre, and I've just been looking for work." Todd said "Is that all?" "Yeah, that's pretty much it," Ogre said leaning back in his chair, with an air of undeserved self-satisfaction.
Todd was gunning for him at that point. "Last week, you were kind of all over the place. Who was here last week?" A couple of us raised our hands. "What did you guys think of Ogre's behavior in class last week?" Todd said, staring right at me. "I guess, I'm just really surprised he came back." I said. And pretty much all the other guys that had been there the week before nodded or grunted in agreement. At this point, I hadn't realized it, but Todd was going to use me as the class advocate, he kept asking me questions like "Why do you think he was behaving that way?" and then he'd stare Ogre down when I'd give my best diplomatic answer: "Well, dude, I know you've had your problems with booze, but I don't think you were drinking, but I definately think you were on something." At that, I get more grunts and nods of agreement. That was the magic answer for Todd, he's fired up now. "Yeah, the way you were acting, that's the way people act, when they're in a certain state, and that state isn't clean." Ogre is very offended at my insinuation, and Todd's outright accusal of him being on drugs, "I was just tired, I had a very long day! I'm not on anything." Todd asks Ogre if he remembers what happened in class, he says that he does, and then Todd asks him if remembers how their talk after class went, he says he does. Todd goes, you know I've been around a lot of people on a lot of things and I just have to tell you that I don't run into too many people that when they're clean they start talking about how they'd like to be as big as a building and be able to flick tanks away with just the power of their eyelash. I'm dying at this, that is totally awesome stoner talk if I've ever heard it.
Ogre adamantly denies any substance abuse. Todd is irritated as hell with him, and explains how much effort he's put into Ogre's treatment, and now he's going to give him a UA (drug test) and unlike the other guys in the program that he's trying to help keep on the right track, he just wants to catch Ogre dirty. Ogre spends the rest of the class with an angry-retard stare on his face.
The rest of class was basic psycology/biology. I won't talk about everything but there is one little thing Todd talked about that really got my attention Todd taught us an acronym to help explain why people go from being reasonable (thinking with their cerebral cortex) to going into caveman mode (thinking with the amygdalae). Here it is:
Hungry
Angry
Lonley
Tired
The idea here is that if you are any of one of those things, you are more likely to stop using your reasoning and logic skills and shift into purely impluse driven thought processes. I really identified with that, especially tired. I am probably the worst person I can be when I'm tired. But I can remember examples in my life where I've behaved irrationally due to each one of those factors.
I can actually remember one whole relationship I was in, that ultimately failed probably because I was tired, sleep deprived (and yeah, out of shape) for the entire duration of the relationship. I was awful to be around, I don't know how she lasted as long as she did. When I looked back on it for the longest time, I used to think what the hell was wrong with me? I mean, the tired thing is another factor, but the main issue there was just that I was just a dick.
Enough preaching, gotta go play Unreal 3 with my nephew.
At the beginning of class, Todd did his usual round-robin of introductions. Most guys just say their name and talk about how they're doing work-wise, or how their dealings with their family or the State are going. When it got to me, I told everyone that I'd just registered for school and that I was really excited about it. When it got to Ogre, at first he just said "I'm Ogre, and I've just been looking for work." Todd said "Is that all?" "Yeah, that's pretty much it," Ogre said leaning back in his chair, with an air of undeserved self-satisfaction.
Todd was gunning for him at that point. "Last week, you were kind of all over the place. Who was here last week?" A couple of us raised our hands. "What did you guys think of Ogre's behavior in class last week?" Todd said, staring right at me. "I guess, I'm just really surprised he came back." I said. And pretty much all the other guys that had been there the week before nodded or grunted in agreement. At this point, I hadn't realized it, but Todd was going to use me as the class advocate, he kept asking me questions like "Why do you think he was behaving that way?" and then he'd stare Ogre down when I'd give my best diplomatic answer: "Well, dude, I know you've had your problems with booze, but I don't think you were drinking, but I definately think you were on something." At that, I get more grunts and nods of agreement. That was the magic answer for Todd, he's fired up now. "Yeah, the way you were acting, that's the way people act, when they're in a certain state, and that state isn't clean." Ogre is very offended at my insinuation, and Todd's outright accusal of him being on drugs, "I was just tired, I had a very long day! I'm not on anything." Todd asks Ogre if he remembers what happened in class, he says that he does, and then Todd asks him if remembers how their talk after class went, he says he does. Todd goes, you know I've been around a lot of people on a lot of things and I just have to tell you that I don't run into too many people that when they're clean they start talking about how they'd like to be as big as a building and be able to flick tanks away with just the power of their eyelash. I'm dying at this, that is totally awesome stoner talk if I've ever heard it.
Ogre adamantly denies any substance abuse. Todd is irritated as hell with him, and explains how much effort he's put into Ogre's treatment, and now he's going to give him a UA (drug test) and unlike the other guys in the program that he's trying to help keep on the right track, he just wants to catch Ogre dirty. Ogre spends the rest of the class with an angry-retard stare on his face.
The rest of class was basic psycology/biology. I won't talk about everything but there is one little thing Todd talked about that really got my attention Todd taught us an acronym to help explain why people go from being reasonable (thinking with their cerebral cortex) to going into caveman mode (thinking with the amygdalae). Here it is:
Hungry
Angry
Lonley
Tired
The idea here is that if you are any of one of those things, you are more likely to stop using your reasoning and logic skills and shift into purely impluse driven thought processes. I really identified with that, especially tired. I am probably the worst person I can be when I'm tired. But I can remember examples in my life where I've behaved irrationally due to each one of those factors.
I can actually remember one whole relationship I was in, that ultimately failed probably because I was tired, sleep deprived (and yeah, out of shape) for the entire duration of the relationship. I was awful to be around, I don't know how she lasted as long as she did. When I looked back on it for the longest time, I used to think what the hell was wrong with me? I mean, the tired thing is another factor, but the main issue there was just that I was just a dick.
Enough preaching, gotta go play Unreal 3 with my nephew.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Follow Through
Well, I did it. I made it to the gym tonight. All it did was remind me how much I actually love it, and that I need to stay consistant. Let's hope this begins a very long trend.
Also, I got enrolled in school today. I can't believe it. It's so weird to be starting over. Aside from the parents that came along to chaperone their kids, I was definately the oldest guy in the class. I was also the on veteran though, which probably earned me some "street cred" with the instructor. So unless something crazy happens, I am a full time student for the next two years, and ultimately I'll be a firefighter/paramedic when it's all over with.
Also, I got enrolled in school today. I can't believe it. It's so weird to be starting over. Aside from the parents that came along to chaperone their kids, I was definately the oldest guy in the class. I was also the on veteran though, which probably earned me some "street cred" with the instructor. So unless something crazy happens, I am a full time student for the next two years, and ultimately I'll be a firefighter/paramedic when it's all over with.
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