Ahhhhh

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Two days off, then two days' work, then two days off. Yeah, baby. (Yes, I then have to work for seven straight days, but let's forget about that for now.)

It was very challenging starting Drums Foot Drill with the "old boys" today, especially when the rookies had to be given an extra session of intense practice on the Advanced Battery parade (slanted, lots of cracks and potholes) with the rain and wind pounding in our faces. I resent the fact that certain ensigns always use extended spells of marking time as punishment for poor dressing. Yes, I know my legs aren't up enough! I'm also finding it challenging to hold my fife in perfect parallel "marching band" position after being instructed for so many years to hold my flute forward from the shoulder and at a slight angle downward. I'll have to get used to carrying that thing under my arm (swagger stick style) without tensing up. Still, it's exciting to see things starting to come together.

I've been trying not to draw attention to the fact that I already know how to play the fife for fear of appearing uppity--after all, rank hierarchy is key here--but word has gotten out in the Drums girls locker room. My "old boys" "buddy" (we were each assigned to one) has sought my assistance with her music a couple times. Today, during an unusually long rest break, I ended up playing duets with another girl from Queen's Music; that was a lot of fun. (Some of the tunes in our fife manual have harmony parts.) It's nice to feel semi-competent at something.

I've added new userpics showing a) my trimmed hair, b) the way I look after working at the Fort for the day (gelled hair, contact lenses, T-shirt for wearing underneath tunics and fatigue shirts) and c) my impression of the way I typically feel after a day of work (tired). My face looks weird without glasses.

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