I hate this place. In my "ship" (BEQ, bachelor enlisted quarters) the USS Essex, about to get phase 2, nice and comfortable with my non-shitbag roomates and poof! Moved to the USS Enterprise for night school, a terrible world filled with shithead teenagers and a former RDC (Recruit Division Commanders) as staff. I've spent the last week and a half trying to get my phase 2 in this place, and yet I was about to get it on the Essex the day I left. For me, that means no civilian clothes on liberty and no drinking still. I should be finally able to get it NEXT weekend. Meanwhile I endure hell. On a better note, I am doing well in school. I'm almost done with MOD1 of my engineering school, that's 1/8th done and in only 4 days of work. I didn't get much done yesterday because I was in a pissy mood, but I'm going to finish it today for sure. Hopefully, 1st done in class, although I'm making sure I learn the material and take good notes as well. The end-of-mod test scores are everything, and I found out being "top grad" WILL transform me from MMFR to MM3, (E-1 to E-4) a very very significant change, being able to start my career as a Machinist's Mate 3rd Class, a Petty Officer, in a leadership role. Wish me luck, providing for my family is the whole point of this endeavor and that promotion would sure accomplish the task. I get my laptop tomorrow morning, all paid for and sitting at Best Buy right now, waiting for me to go pick it up. The Ghettoprise has no internet, but once I'm done with night school I can move back to a ship that does. Fuck this place, I'm better than these assholes and I'm better than this bullshit. To be honest, I wouldn't be able to do it without the support of my wife and shipmates, Tom and Andy. Hoo-yah.