315 days...



I think about people in prison. I think about them pining for freedom. And I wouldn't liken NS to them. It wouldn't be fair.



Yet, when I think about it, when I do have the freedom, what will I do with it? It scares me, because I really don't know.



Oh lamentation. Come off it, you sap. And stop trying to be Brit.



I tire myself by being so morose. Yeah, the situation calls for it, but there's no explicit law against optimism, is there?



Look at Dickson. He finds joy in what he does. Where others chant "ORD" every single day, he's with his platoon, imparting knowledge to them, desiring to help them become better achievers.



While my ultimate aim, of course, is to graduate from that place, I WILL be there for another 315 days (minus 1 or so month of off and leave, good grace...). My time there could be more well-spent.



I could be writing already. I could be reading the Word more.