Saturday Night
In the logbook, for the sixth training day, the instructions told us that we need to sleep night before the training day at the lecture room of SSWC. According to the logbook, we would have night lectures again.
Considering that it did not happen last training day (for some reason, I don't know because I had acute gastroenteritis--or something like that), I thought this time, I don't know what would happen. It is still difficult to determine what the upperclassmen really think.
I have had some sleepovers during high school because I was a member of the high school newspaper. We had to write articles, lay out the newsletter, and also practice for regional competitions. Sleeping out of the house is not entirely a new idea to me.
When I went home, I made a mental list of things that I should bring. I thought it would be easy and just the same as what I have done in high school. I thought the only difference would be the clothes that I need to bring and that the organization I would be sleeping with is a para-military organization.
By this time, we already use the TFU, or the tropical fatigue uniform. During our previous FIAs (Formation, Inspection and Administration), the inspector always points out that my uniform was not crisp enough. He said that the folds of the uniform should be literally “sharp.”He says it should be “nakakahiwa.”
I didn't know how to make that happen. Even though I told my mother it should be starched, it still fails the standard of the inspector. So, I guess I always have demerit on that account.
Still, I thought the sleepover would be the same as that of my sleepover during high school.
We will see.
* * *
I don't have a class on Saturdays, but on this particular Saturday, we had an exam. Because of this, I thought I have to prepare my things since I will be sleeping at SSWC.
I got my thickler notebook to see the list and make sure I have not forgotten anything. Physical training clothes, underwear, regular notebook, black pen, red pen, white hanky (properly folded), garrison belt with brass buckle, boots, Glo (r) metal polish, white cloth (We prefer white so that we could see the dirt coming off the whatever we were cleaning and going to the cloth.), algebra book (so that I can read just in case there would be moment when we won't be doing anything for the Corps--which did not happen), Math 1 notebook (which is actually part of a binder), shampoo, soap, bath towel, shoe wax, candle and match (for polishing the boots, or rather, combat shoes), and of course, the uniform--TFU.
The logbook indicated a particular pressing of the TFU--Marine Press (I thought it odd that the Army used Marine Press for the way it ironed its uniform... but who am I to question?). I asked my mother to iron it--because I didn't know how to do it yet. I watched so that I could do it next time.
Based on the standard set by one of our instructors last week, the marine press has to be able to cut the fingers (literal translation for seemingly idiomatic expression "nakakahiwa ang pagkakaplantsa"). Since my mother knows it is the best that she knows (without me thinking that she has never been into ROTC--or UP ROTC, in particular), I approved as I saw the folds being formed.
Since I have only one big back pack, I put my upper and lower garments into the bag--the side closest to my back, in particular.
Considering that it did not happen last training day (for some reason, I don't know because I had acute gastroenteritis--or something like that), I thought this time, I don't know what would happen. It is still difficult to determine what the upperclassmen really think.
I have had some sleepovers during high school because I was a member of the high school newspaper. We had to write articles, lay out the newsletter, and also practice for regional competitions. Sleeping out of the house is not entirely a new idea to me.
When I went home, I made a mental list of things that I should bring. I thought it would be easy and just the same as what I have done in high school. I thought the only difference would be the clothes that I need to bring and that the organization I would be sleeping with is a para-military organization.
By this time, we already use the TFU, or the tropical fatigue uniform. During our previous FIAs (Formation, Inspection and Administration), the inspector always points out that my uniform was not crisp enough. He said that the folds of the uniform should be literally “sharp.”He says it should be “nakakahiwa.”
I didn't know how to make that happen. Even though I told my mother it should be starched, it still fails the standard of the inspector. So, I guess I always have demerit on that account.
Still, I thought the sleepover would be the same as that of my sleepover during high school.
We will see.
* * *
I don't have a class on Saturdays, but on this particular Saturday, we had an exam. Because of this, I thought I have to prepare my things since I will be sleeping at SSWC.
I got my thickler notebook to see the list and make sure I have not forgotten anything. Physical training clothes, underwear, regular notebook, black pen, red pen, white hanky (properly folded), garrison belt with brass buckle, boots, Glo (r) metal polish, white cloth (We prefer white so that we could see the dirt coming off the whatever we were cleaning and going to the cloth.), algebra book (so that I can read just in case there would be moment when we won't be doing anything for the Corps--which did not happen), Math 1 notebook (which is actually part of a binder), shampoo, soap, bath towel, shoe wax, candle and match (for polishing the boots, or rather, combat shoes), and of course, the uniform--TFU.
The logbook indicated a particular pressing of the TFU--Marine Press (I thought it odd that the Army used Marine Press for the way it ironed its uniform... but who am I to question?). I asked my mother to iron it--because I didn't know how to do it yet. I watched so that I could do it next time.
Based on the standard set by one of our instructors last week, the marine press has to be able to cut the fingers (literal translation for seemingly idiomatic expression "nakakahiwa ang pagkakaplantsa"). Since my mother knows it is the best that she knows (without me thinking that she has never been into ROTC--or UP ROTC, in particular), I approved as I saw the folds being formed.
Since I have only one big back pack, I put my upper and lower garments into the bag--the side closest to my back, in particular.
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