...And thus concludes my first full day in uniform. Honestly, Navy khakis haven't changed in more than sixty years. I know this because a) I am a historian, and b) I went to a war memorial museum this afternoon, and the exhibits for the WWII era prominently displayed uniforms that looked almost exactly like mine. Although, as a 4th Class Midshipman, I am completely lacking in any form of decoration. Just a name tag, and a gold anchor for our garrison cap. In a way, it's cool that this traditional styling has carried on through so many wars and social upheavals. It's also kind of disappointing, because it seems like one of those things that everyone's just too lazy to change. Although they do say if it ain't broke, don't fix it. On the Submarine we have communications and emergency lighting systems that are still in use today (the XJ/XJA sound powered telephones, and the battle lanterns).
Remedial PT with the Gunnery Sergeant, playfully referred to as "the breakfast club," wasn't nearly as bad as I feared it would be. Turns out, as long as you don't make an ass of yourself screwing up, the man has a great sense of humour. But God Help You if you don't Perform.
I also landed what is perhaps the easiest work study job on the face of planet earth. AV setup, anyone? 15 minute jobs, one or two a day, and for the rest of our shift we're on call. That translates into being paid for four or six hours of work while actually working for only 15 minutes. And our bosses seem to be in on it, and are very cool about helping us hook up our laptops to the campus network. It's kind of astounding. Yesterday we all watched the E! True Hollywood Story about Jenna Jameson for entertainment. It was, funny, in a sad way.