So, there’s nothing too special about week 2. It’s alot like week 1 with a litttle less yelling and way more classroom time. So, I’ll talk about our privileges, the OTSMAN, and PT.
Privileges- these are determined by class status and we had to earn them, of course. Week 1 and 2 we literally have none. We don’t go anywhere except class, the dorms, the DFAC (dining facilities) and the track for PT. There are no decisions for us to make, they are made for you. Our day was planned for us from 5 am until 7 pm and after that it wasn’t free time. There were meetings and homework and extra duties that kept you busy until lights out at 11:30 (and sometimes later…shhh!). We were not allowed to wear civilian clothes, we can’t have dessert with meals, and we HAD to drink 3 glasses of water at every meal (and no planned potty breaks). Seriously, there were no decisions that a COT student needed to make.
Speaking of decisions… the OTSMAN (Officer Training School Manual) was the annoying little book that spelled out all the things that you didn’t need to make decisions about. It should be on you AT ALL TIMES and if you’re standing and doing nothing, you should be reading it.
Physical Training– sucks. It was a joke. The process of getting to PT and getting ready for PT lasted longer than PT! I hated it. We had been at COT for almost 2 weeks before having our first session and our second one was our Physical Fitness Baseline. Awesome.
The good thing is that the instructors start to ease up a little in the classroom and you can tell that they’re generally pretty normal human beings.
By week 2 we were starting to get the hang of marching (which we had to do anywhere we were going), we knew the rules and we were settling into a routine. It’s good too because we actually had a tiny bit of time to actually talk to our flight mates and get to know them. But, I was still tired. Every time I talked to my parents or Stacy the first question was “Are you OK?!” and my answer was “Yes, just tired. I only got 4 hours of sleep last night and we’ve been going since 5 am.” It was tough, we had to take in SO much information and try to function well enough to not get yelled at.
Here’s a pic from week 2
Yep, those are pj pants. It was unreasonably cold in the dorms. Not like 68 degrees more like 61. I was sure that this was all part of some COT lesson. I still think so.