I'm sitting in class waiting to take our first important test.  I've been studying Arabic for about four months.  It's difficult.  I  can carry on a limited conversation, but not that much more.  I can't wait until I can talk without having to search for words and stutter.

I found myself a guy.  Problem is, he's a cripple.  But only right now.  He crashed his bike and should be dead.  They flew him--airlifted him by helicopter--to San Jose, about 70 miles away.  Broke his right femur, snapped his right PCL and tore his left quad. He'll be okay eventually but right now he mostly hobbles around on crutches.  My room mate said that it was mean to say he is a cripple.  In his defense, he had the sixth highest score of his detachment in their physical fitness test and in a half marathon finished third in his age group.  But now he's all skinny

So one would think that weather in California would be nicer.  Nope.  Same as at Covenant.  Fog everywhere, and rain.  I'm depressed here as well.  aaaaaaand to cap it all off, the ocean is cold, freezing.  I wouldn't be suprised to see an iceberg float into the bay one day.

I don't know if it is because the military life that I live is similar to the college and work life that I had, or if I just adapted to it, but I don't mind it at all.  I get up, eat breakfast, go to class, go to physical conditioning, study.  That's pretty much it.  In fact, I think it's a little bit easier than college.  No work-study and no two-hour long volleyball practices and no weekend games.  And only one topic of learning, not four or five different classes.  Of course, there are annoying things like curfew and annoying people from other (ahem, marine) military branches but that's easily avoidable.