Now that my personal ego trip is over for the moment, I have some news for you all.
I made the Honor Roll!
Everyone pat me on the back, if you would. My arms are getting tired of doing it all the time.
Yes, out of a total of 75 people studying to become 1A3s, there were 8 people on the Honor Roll. And I was number two in my class, so that makes me a top ten percenter. Now I just need to get Top Graduate. Then I’ll be happy.
Thanks for your attention, and thanks in advance for the ego-stroking.
1A3 is the first three alphanumeric indicators of my AFSC (Air Force Specialty Code, FYI). The entire code is 1A3X1, and when I graduate the X becomes a 3.
As this class will earn me my enlisted aircrew wings, it’s a BIG deal. This is not widely known, but most people in the Air Force DON’T fly, so this is somewhat of an honor for me.
Shagnasty, I am gonna try harder next time. I want to be the best.
Spavined Gelding, no, I have no idea. I just shoot the stuff, I don’t load it.
Lucretia, what forbidden fruits might those be? I’m already spoken for. Robin keeps me on a tight leash. When she’s not making me pie, that is.
Eve, the only stars I see are on hats and shoulders.
Zappo, I hope Aaron takes after his mother, since having me as a role model is gonna be weird enough.
And last, but most definitely not least, my beloved Robin. I have to keep up the good work, otherwise I won’t be worth a damn to you or Junior Birdman. I love you, and I’ll talk to you later.