Hell yeah! Our Bravo company was the big red weenie. I can give you my schedule for this year to give you an idea! 1st semester: Calc Psychology for Leaders (kool-aid drinking 101?) Composition Adv History of the Middle East (because I chose to study Persian and validated US History) Fundamentals of Aquatics (aka Rock Swimming, I'm apparently a shitty swimmer) but by 2nd semester I'll be taking survival swimming, aka Plebe Drowning. Plebes are freshmen. Chem Semester 2: more english more math IT 105 Military Science (this is a very complicated, in-depth thing that I"m not sure about but I take it for 4 years. It covers everything from politics to individual unit tactics, field stuff, etc.) Plebe Boxing Military Movement (basically gymnastics) Physics 205 1 or 2 more things whose course codes i can't decode ---- My teachers are a combination of civilian professors (mostly PhD as if that matters) and active duty officers, Majors or above. They're all notably awesome while being absurdly challenging. I take 18 credit hours a semester to start, and I'm also supposed to be starting persian this semester. It's not on my schedule because I'm considering switching to Arabic, there's a legendary little old Arab man who teaches the class and I'd get an opportunity to chill in Morocco for a bit. There's an instructional system in place that is opposite any other college I've heard of so far. It's called the Thayer Method, and basically, we learn everything on our own before the class for which it's due, and the class time is solely to bounce questions and get further insight on the subject matter that we're already expected to know. Sounds pretty stupid in my opinion but I don't know anything yet so my opinion is invalid. We apparently have the "#1 most accessible instructors" in the US. Basically, teachers have been known to snowmobile from their nearby homes to their offices to meet cadets for additional instruction if the roads are snowed over during the wintertime. They're really there for us, and with a maximum class size (intro or otherwise) of 23, it's pretty cool shit. We have all sorts of uniforms that are all sorts of awkward and consist of all sorts of microscopic bits and pieces that are never where I left them and always crooked. It's part of the learning curve. But we look good! Each class is strictly divided and fraternization (befriending up or down a year) is a no-go. This is because throughout each year, cadets gain responsibility and rank as they transition from following to leading larger and larger groups. A plebe has no rank, a yearling is a corporal and is assigned a plebe to guide through their first year. A cow is a sergeant and can lead a squad or an entire platoon. A firstie can lead a company or take another executive company position, or be selected for regimental staff and take command of cadet life at West Point. The way this works is that every summer is dedicated to some sort of very very intense military training. Beast is this summer. Next year I'll either be selected for Airborne school, Air Assault school, and after a 2-week break I'll be going to Cadet Field Training (super-beast). The year afterwards, I will take Cadet Leadership Development Training and then become cadre (leadership) for the 1st or 2nd half of Beast, which is when I'll be selected to lead a squad or a platoon within the 8 beast companies. During the school year after Beast, I'll have the same job in my academic companies (think of them as tiny frats, 8 companies of 4 platoons to each of 4 regiments). It gets more complicated after that as they transition to firsties and start doing some much more real shit. It's a lot of stuff! Sorry for the giant block of writing, this was actually pretty nice to write out because I can see it all laid out for myself now too :D You should see how much I started writing on fucking paper during Beast. I've almost never written a personal letter before, let alone pages upon pages whenever I had time. What were you up to in Kosovo? If it's sneaky beaky stuff feel free to PM me, I definitely have top secret clearance., The rep that helped me on my applications served out of West Point in Kosovo in the Corps of Engineers. It's fucking awesome that your brother is with the 101st- there's a girl in my beast company that was attached to the 101st as a pashto interpreter.
good professors try to teach this way, and it usually lasts up until they meet their not-so-good studentsThere's an instructional system in place that is opposite any other college I've heard of so far. It's called the Thayer Method, and basically, we learn everything on our own before the class for which it's due, and the class time is solely to bounce questions and get further insight on the subject matter that we're already expected to know. Sounds pretty stupid in my opinion but I don't know anything yet so my opinion is invalid.
The Thayer Method makes a lot of sense to me... in war you are going to be thrown into situations with no map and no plan, and you are going to have to figure it the fuck out. So teaching you to try on your own first, and then get direction when you need it, makes a lot of sense to me. Survival 101: Figure this shit out now! :-) Thanks for the rundown. That was EXACTLY the kind of insight I was looking for into your experience. Gonna be amazing... what a personal journey! Oh... and my brother-in-law WAS 101st Airborne paratrooper. Now he's a chef. When I was in Kosovo I was a civilian contractor who made souvenirs for the PX stores on all the military bases. So I wasn't military, but I had a military ID (that was basically a get-out-of-jail-free card) and could come and go from all the bases in the area, as I wished. We basically made all the souvenirs there... t-shirts, coffee mugs, patches, engraved Zippos and pocket knives, etc. I got stuck in an artillery situation once. Driving along some road in Bosnia (probably), and there are some weird noises outside the truck, but the stereo is up and we are just driving along... when I notice these POOFS of dirt and smoke on the hill in front of us... and I slow a bit... more POOFS here and there, and I see the roof of a building collapse. So I come to a stop, roll down the windows, and listen. There is artillery firing somewhere, but I can't see it. And they are bombarding the hill in front of me. Which are small BOOMs followed by big POOFs of dirt and smoke. Not knowing what else to do, I park and watch. Eventually the shelling stops, so I start driving again. Never did see anybody military around...
That airborne tab he's rockin is a primary source of motivation for me. The sound of artillery is pretty wild. While we were qualifying with M4 rifles on a shooting range, upperclassmen were training on the mountain above us and were learning how to use artillery at the time. I didn't see the contact but I heard it loud and clear. I can't imagine what it's like to see something like that, knowing it's not a bunch of college kids doing a training exercise.