Wednesdays are my excruciatingly long days. I usually start the day at 5:30 AM by going to the base and doing weapons checks. I stay there for between 1 and 3 hours before coming back for more coffee or a short cat nap. I go to math at 10 in the morning and go straight to practice for a few hours after that. I have an hour break for lunch and homework and then I go to Spanish. This class is definitely my most frustrating as I don't know any Spanish and my professor thinks that speaking all Spanish is the best way to teach a 101 class... it's not. After Spanish, I rush back to my apartment and grab my horn and music for the Big Band practice. I leave practice early to get to my Police Law lecture by 6:15 even though it starts at 6 (it's the best I can do)... the lecture goes until 9 PM... basically I'm pulling a 6AM-9PM day (not including homework).
Today was long, but with quite a few good moments: I actually understood the arithmetic in class this morning, I survived another rehearsal with Ogle (the fairy that directs the Philharmonic), we actually received the list of some charts in our repertoire for the Lab Band, I aced a big test in my Police Law class, and I successfully argued against homosexuality using only secular points (something I've never tried) and actually out spoke upwards of seven people. I might even post the points used in this discussion, because (especially for the religious) it is very difficult to find concrete points not based on religious doctrine. But, in order to actually explain your point of view it is always more effective to speak in terms understood and validated by the opposition.
About Me
- Sharpshooter Kloster
- I am a student, a soldier, a musician, a craftsman, a marksman, a son, a brother, a boyfriend... These are the roles that I struggle to conform to and that mold me into the person I aspire to be. I was born in Rockford, Illinois to Keith and Judy Kloster. I've spent time in both Illinois and Idaho. Between these different worlds and the different families in each, I have gained a unique perspective. I have two blood siblings and a total of seven step-siblings. I technically have four parents, but many more who have stepped up to the plate when I needed them most. I've had mentors in the church, in the military, on the firing range, in the classroom, in my family, and in the pages of various books. I try to learn something from everybody I know. I figure that every person must know (exponentially) more than me about at least one thing and that it's a waste not to gain from the collective human experience. Most of what I have learned is from random "ramblings" of my elders. I've found that if you make the choice not to be deafened by youthful arrogance and listen to the most simple of life stories, you can learn the lessons that took another person a lifetime to conquer.
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