How about a story?

If it hasn't been established yet then I guess it should be stated now: I cannot stand school. I couldn't stand it years one through twelve. It wasn't even because I was a sucky student, but the entire deal with school repulsed me. The only thing that was cool about school was when we were allowed to go outside after lunch, the food (except the corn dogs), that trip to Cedar Point in 12th grade, my brief moment of fame in 6th grade for being the school's most brutal brawler, some of the cool people I became friends with, my 9th grade wood shop class, and the occasional girl-on-girl fights that broke out (we were all hoping to see a tit pop out, but that only happened once unfortunately).

I could go on and on about why I hate school, literally taking you for a spin in the mind of a person who used to have occasional dreams about bringing down a reign of destruction and woe upon various academic facilities through the use of extremely potent nuclear weaponry.

Did I mention I almost became a fucking homophobe because of school?

Anyway, grades 10, 11 and 12 saw the school I was at relentlessly try to brainwash us with new bullshit. This new bullshit was completely alien to me; I had never heard of it.

Instead of filling us with altered history tidbits detailing how good and invincible the United States was (they never did tell us about the War of 1812 mind you) ,they opted to weave luscious tales about the wonderful world of University and College.

>Cue the IMMENSE hatred of school

I wasn't buying it. They never did tell us about how the system itself works or what one does during their first year at whatever academic institute they chose; they never told us about the students who, upon getting their degrees, still couldn't find work. The whole thing smelled like a scam. Every time people were talking what schools they were going to, I was the man sitting there with a churning stomach.

For three straight years I pondered and worried about what would happen after I ditched big kid daycare and all of the lameasses that came pre-packed with it.

My family (both close and out-of-state) were hounding me about becoming another sleep-deprived sheep, so I bitched-out and took the bait.

That was a very bad decision. Mainly because I didn't even make that decision really.

A bunch of failures later, I decided to quit Michigan and go do something else. I didn't care what it was; I just wanted out of this state, and there was only one person who could help a penniless individual such as myself out of this hellhole.

>Cue the US Navy

Never before had I been so sure about a decision in my short life. I had always liked the military. I have family that have served and enlisted. The more I thought about this, the more I wanted it. Yes, I knew I would not be able to escape the shitness that is school even while serving on some base or ship, but at least I would feel like I was doing something. I get in contact with a recruiter, sign some papers, flash a diploma/ID/birth certificate and bam: I am well on my way to doing something that I always wanted to do.

But then there was just one problem:

I have eczema.

Bad eczema. Of course I give no-damns about it burning when I'm running, swimming or lifting. I want to do this. This is my dream right here; this rash can go die for all I care. But apparently the military cares. And they care most about this:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eczema_vaccinatum

Having a smallpox vaccination while inflicted with eczema has the potential to turn me into a walking biological WMD. I am not eligible for armed service of any kind. I can't even be picked up for the draft should the US stick its nose too far into the business of some 3rd world nation. I just got the phone call today detailing the bad news. I'm also pretty sure I've been black-listed or something, so even if this stuff clears up and I try again in two years, they will still say no.

Funny. First time I make a life decision for myself and it goes up in flames because of a skin rash.

Gonna go cut all my skin off now.

Tank Abuse wrote:

If it hasn't been established yet then I guess it should be stated now: I cannot stand school. I couldn't stand it years one through twelve. It wasn't even because I was a sucky student, but the entire deal with school repulsed me. The only thing that was cool about school was when we were allowed to go outside after lunch, the food (except the corn dogs), that trip to Cedar Point in 12th grade, my brief moment of fame in 6th grade for being the school's most brutal brawler, some of the cool people I became friends with, my 9th grade wood shop class, and the occasional girl-on-girl fights that broke out (we were all hoping to see a tit pop out, but that only happened once unfortunately).

I could go on and on about why I hate school, literally taking you for a spin in the mind of a person who used to have occasional dreams about bringing down a reign of destruction and woe upon various academic facilities through the use of extremely potent nuclear weaponry.

Did I mention I almost became a fucking homophobe because of school?

Anyway, grades 10, 11 and 12 saw the school I was at relentlessly try to brainwash us with new bullshit. This new bullshit was completely alien to me; I had never heard of it.

Instead of filling us with altered history tidbits detailing how good and invincible the United States was (they never did tell us about the War of 1812 mind you) ,they opted to weave luscious tales about the wonderful world of University and College.

>Cue the IMMENSE hatred of school

I wasn't buying it. They never did tell us about how the system itself works or what one does during their first year at whatever academic institute they chose; they never told us about the students who, upon getting their degrees, still couldn't find work. The whole thing smelled like a scam. Every time people were talking what schools they were going to, I was the man sitting there with a churning stomach.

For three straight years I pondered and worried about what would happen after I ditched big kid daycare and all of the lameasses that came pre-packed with it.

My family (both close and out-of-state) were hounding me about becoming another sleep-deprived sheep, so I bitched-out and took the bait.

That was a very bad decision. Mainly because I didn't even make that decision really.

A bunch of failures later, I decided to quit Michigan and go do something else. I didn't care what it was; I just wanted out of this state, and there was only one person who could help a penniless individual such as myself out of this hellhole.

>Cue the US Navy

Never before had I been so sure about a decision in my short life. I had always liked the military. I have family that have served and enlisted. The more I thought about this, the more I wanted it. Yes, I knew I would not be able to escape the shitness that is school even while serving on some base or ship, but at least I would feel like I was doing something. I get in contact with a recruiter, sign some papers, flash a diploma/ID/birth certificate and bam: I am well on my way to doing something that I always wanted to do.

But then there was just one problem:

I have eczema.

Bad eczema. Of course I give no-damns about it burning when I'm running, swimming or lifting. I want to do this. This is my dream right here; this rash can go die for all I care. But apparently the military cares. And they care most about this:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eczema_vaccinatum

Having a smallpox vaccination while inflicted with eczema has the potential to turn me into a walking biological WMD. I am not eligible for armed service of any kind. I can't even be picked up for the draft should the US stick its nose too far into the business of some 3rd world nation. I just got the phone call today detailing the bad news. I'm also pretty sure I've been black-listed or something, so even if this stuff clears up and I try again in two years, they will still say no.

Funny. First time I make a life decision for myself and it goes up in flames because of a skin rash.

Gonna go cut all my skin off now.

Shitty.

Im not sure if it would work but have you tried talking to your recruiter about using an appeal to the Surgeon General, or if its Navy, Surgeon Admiral(?) about getting a wavier?

blackfuredfox wrote:

Im not sure if it would work but have you tried talking to your recruiter about using an appeal to the Surgeon General, or if its Navy, Surgeon Admiral(?) about getting a wavier?

I'll see BFF. I remember this sort of DQ being un-appealable, though, but maybe some strings can be pulled.