My sophomore year at a large Texan University that shall remain nameless has begun, and as a member of the Corps of Cadets there, I am now entrusted with the responsibilty of discipling (read: “Making life a living hell for them”) the Freshmen in my Cadet outfit.
All Freshmen must refer to me as “Mister Ghost”, which wouldn’t be too bad if I was 5’2" and I’m dwarfed by most of the new Freshmen.
Plus, I’m 19! I’m not old enough to be a Mister! I’m not!
And it’s rrrreeeeeeaaaaallllllllyyyyyyyyy hard to intimidate people when you’re shorter than them. I also suspect they are making fun of my speach impediment behind my back.
Laugh it up, when we’re given the okay to institute physical
punishment, all y’alls gonna do push-ups until you have upper body muscle failure! mwwhahhahah!!!
Just Thought I’d share that
Ah, that is why you must terrify them with the element of surprise. They aren’t expecting a not-so-tall guy with a speech impediment to put the smackdown on them. Let them think this for awhile…then BAM! pull out the secret weapon!
Just some advice from one who takes her Oldest Sibling’s Sacred Duty seriously…
(The Oldest Sibling’s Sacred Duty is to make life miserable for the younger siblings in an attempt to toughen them up in preparation for Real Life. We’re not picking on our brothers and sisters, we’re preparing them.)
And at 23, I’m much to young to be a ma’am. I empathize.
NOW I get it, SpaceGhost – er, excuse me, Mr. SpaceGhost. You just wanted to see if you could make me do pull-ups for complaining about my parking spot.
Good luck, I’m sure you’ll do great. They always fear the littlest drill instructors most, I hear.
(I was wondering how he got a right-in-one in a parking related rant I posted elsewhere.)
You are not too young to be a Mister and just wait till one of those Princess PrissyPants bean=poles call you plain Ghost, then you will make them pay. Make them all pay.
Watch Full Metal Jacket to get some pointers. The DI is smaller then some of those guys but that dosen’t scare him!
The first time a student called “Mr. Spritle”, I looked around for my dad. It sure took getting used to.
When I worked as a Chef’s Assistant (broccoli chopper first class), the wait staff referred to me as “Chef Spritle”. I was a bit uncomfortable and told them that if the boss (the real Chef) was not around they could just call me “Spritle”. Once, while in line at a movie theater, I heard someone call out, “Hi, Chef Spritle!” It felt kinda cool being in public and all.
Actually, I was wondering if there’s some sort of maxiumum height limit. Every time I see a bunch of ROTC types parading around campus, there’s some little guy or gal, ‘bout five-foot-nothin’, screaming up at these hulking seven-foot tall freshmen.
Cease your whining! I’ve been referred to as ma’am since I was 14. And at age 11 or 12 I couldn’t get the kid’s discount. The ticket agent firmly believed I was 16.
Howdy - don’t worry about the fish. The one boy I know in the Corps is a total egomaniac, so I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing him whipped into shape - I don’t care how tall the man who does it is.
