I think the main reason, though, that I so severely didn’t like field training, is because it didn’t live up to my expectations. I wanted life changing experiences. I wanted to grow and surprise myself. I wanted to be so impressed with my flight mates and the training officers, that I felt I had my work cut out for me. I wanted to be really challenged and meet those challenges. In some ways, these things did happen, but not as I had hoped for.
This post was going to be straight-up complaining about how I didn’t fit in with my flight mates, and how they didn’t get me or my sense of humor, and how it was so miserable not having anyone to talk to. But like I said, I’ve realized some things.
I think I was being too selfish from the beginning. God always has a funny way of calling me out. I brought some quick prayers to keep with me and some short phrases to help me make it through the days. One of them was, Be courageous, strong, and kind. For the most part, I think I maintained those. Although it hardly went noticed (or remembered), I believe I really did help others out in some of their most difficult times. Maybe this is why I was meant to go to field training. Looking back, I remember feeling more pain and desperation for others than for myself (even though it certainly wasn‘t easy for me).
Is it important to know just how and when you helped someone, especially if it was something huge for them? I don’t think so. I may never (and probably won’t) know to what extent I impacted my flight mates. But maybe that’s the point. It’s not about me. I think my big lesson of field training is that I’m not here for myself. I’m here to help others in anyway that I can. Even if that means getting in the bottom third for them. I was figuring it out, and I think me being in the bottom third let one of my friends make it into the middle. All of field training was worth that.
It saddened me to see people on the last day unhappy with their ranking, even though their ranking was fantastic. I tried to cheer them up by pulling out the list of goals we each made for ourselves during the first few days. I read mine, and remarkably, I accomplished all of them. For me, that was enough. Graduating (which almost didn‘t happen) was enough. I only hope one day they will see that the things they accomplished too, are enough. So overall field training was an experience I needed to have. I believe I am a better person, if for no other reason that I can put up with a lot of awful things, and still have “inner peace”, or something resembling it : )
I also wanted to make a list of some others things I learned at field training:
A lot of people depend on you
How to choke someone until they pass out
Shoot a M9
How to hold my bladder for two hours after waking up
I don’t really mind using port-a-potties anymore
How to tell if I’m dehydrated
Sunsets look like “blood, sweat and tears” to some people
How to eat an entire meal, and drink at least 24oz of fluids in under 10 minutes
Stand up for 6 hours straight
Answer trick questions
How to keep going when every fiber in my body wants to stop
It truly is remarkable what you can do when you have to, or at least you believe you have to. All strength and courage come from God. Praise His name!!
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Thursday, August 6, 2009
Well rounded ain't good enough (Field Training Part 2)
In regards to the rest of field training I am going to break up what happened into two more posts, consisting mainly of complaining (word of warning). But in the past few days a few things dawned on me, and I realize I shouldn’t look back on it with such a hateful attitude. This post is going to be about how field training was supposed to help me learn things about myself. However, all the things I “learned” there were already things I knew, but just hoped weren’t true. So hopefully I’ll keep the complaining short, and get on to how I should remember field training (see next post).
Basically my final evaluation, which everyone receives the last day of training, perfectly summed up what I had suspected about myself for years, but that I has told myself wasn't totally true. Apparently, they are. My first affirmation of insignificance was my flight commander telling me he couldn’t remember me being vice flight commander (which is NOT a good thing). Instantly I thought: “I was the first one! How could you forget?!” He expanded his thought by telling me of all the people he could remember (in my opinion, because they were so obnoxious), and how not being able to remember me led him to the conclusion I must not have done too good of a job.
Ok, so I’ve heard, and experienced, that before. Yes, I was a little upset, but it wasn’t anything I could change at the end. I can’t improve memories. But the next thing he said actually hurt my feelings. It was the only thing to really bother me there, even after all the insults, getting yelled at, dealing with immature and rude boys and really ridiculous situations.
Reading Ross’ and CeeCee’s posts recently kind of inspired me to want to talk about all the troubles I had at field training. It’s kinda funny how many different ways a person can view a single topic. I find it fascinating hearing explanations of varying viewpoints, and then figuring out where I fit into all of them. But anyway, time for some background again.
Looking back on my childhood, it seemed like I tried everything at least once, if not five times. Gymnastics, soccer, swimming, horseback riding, sailing, science camps, pottery classes, the list goes on and on. And although I think it’s great I have a very wide background of all sorts of things, which often helps with talking to people I’ve just met, I always wonder why none of these interests have ever “stuck”. Like swimming. I love to swim, so why wasn’t I on a team in high school, or why don’t I go swimming regularly anymore? My only conclusion (or the only one that I would accept) was that I didn’t like it enough. The other conclusion, lurking in the back of my brain, was that I was never good enough to keep involved with it. I think I’m pretty much the epitome of “well rounded”. It’s that phrase you want to be for a “great” college resume. But why couldn’t I be great at one thing?
So fast forward to that same final evaluation. To sum up why I had been placed in the bottom third of the cadets in my flight, and maybe also to explain it to himself, my flight commander (who had already told me I wasn’t a ‘bottom third cadet’ and that I was the hardest person to place) explained how the thirds break down. He said the top third are cadets who are great at multiple things such as marching, physical activities, and public speaking. Middle third cadets are great at one thing, like standardization. Bottom third cadets normally, however, can’t be identified as being excellent at one particular thing. He told me that I was “really good” at almost everything, but I wasn’t an expert at anything, and that’s why he ended up placing me in the bottom, even though it was a “tough decision”.
And it was right there. My nagging suspicions deemed real right before me. I was done with that evaluation, and with field training (although I was already really done with it). At the time I was so upset I had to force myself to not think about it. But I have since then, and have somehow managed to make myself feel better. While it’s true I’m not great at a lot of things, looking back, the things I have become “great at” are the things I’ve been paid to do. Skipping the examples and going to the conclusion, I will be paid to do my job in the Air Force (whatever that job may be) and I have no doubts that I won’t become an expert at it.
But it still bothers me.
Basically my final evaluation, which everyone receives the last day of training, perfectly summed up what I had suspected about myself for years, but that I has told myself wasn't totally true. Apparently, they are. My first affirmation of insignificance was my flight commander telling me he couldn’t remember me being vice flight commander (which is NOT a good thing). Instantly I thought: “I was the first one! How could you forget?!” He expanded his thought by telling me of all the people he could remember (in my opinion, because they were so obnoxious), and how not being able to remember me led him to the conclusion I must not have done too good of a job.
Ok, so I’ve heard, and experienced, that before. Yes, I was a little upset, but it wasn’t anything I could change at the end. I can’t improve memories. But the next thing he said actually hurt my feelings. It was the only thing to really bother me there, even after all the insults, getting yelled at, dealing with immature and rude boys and really ridiculous situations.
Reading Ross’ and CeeCee’s posts recently kind of inspired me to want to talk about all the troubles I had at field training. It’s kinda funny how many different ways a person can view a single topic. I find it fascinating hearing explanations of varying viewpoints, and then figuring out where I fit into all of them. But anyway, time for some background again.
Looking back on my childhood, it seemed like I tried everything at least once, if not five times. Gymnastics, soccer, swimming, horseback riding, sailing, science camps, pottery classes, the list goes on and on. And although I think it’s great I have a very wide background of all sorts of things, which often helps with talking to people I’ve just met, I always wonder why none of these interests have ever “stuck”. Like swimming. I love to swim, so why wasn’t I on a team in high school, or why don’t I go swimming regularly anymore? My only conclusion (or the only one that I would accept) was that I didn’t like it enough. The other conclusion, lurking in the back of my brain, was that I was never good enough to keep involved with it. I think I’m pretty much the epitome of “well rounded”. It’s that phrase you want to be for a “great” college resume. But why couldn’t I be great at one thing?
So fast forward to that same final evaluation. To sum up why I had been placed in the bottom third of the cadets in my flight, and maybe also to explain it to himself, my flight commander (who had already told me I wasn’t a ‘bottom third cadet’ and that I was the hardest person to place) explained how the thirds break down. He said the top third are cadets who are great at multiple things such as marching, physical activities, and public speaking. Middle third cadets are great at one thing, like standardization. Bottom third cadets normally, however, can’t be identified as being excellent at one particular thing. He told me that I was “really good” at almost everything, but I wasn’t an expert at anything, and that’s why he ended up placing me in the bottom, even though it was a “tough decision”.
And it was right there. My nagging suspicions deemed real right before me. I was done with that evaluation, and with field training (although I was already really done with it). At the time I was so upset I had to force myself to not think about it. But I have since then, and have somehow managed to make myself feel better. While it’s true I’m not great at a lot of things, looking back, the things I have become “great at” are the things I’ve been paid to do. Skipping the examples and going to the conclusion, I will be paid to do my job in the Air Force (whatever that job may be) and I have no doubts that I won’t become an expert at it.
But it still bothers me.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Proving Yourself with Competition (Field Training Part 1)
I’m going to recap field training, and to avoid making this the absolutely longest post among already long posts, I’ll break why it was so miserable into three sections. I do hope these are the last time I speak of this at any great length.
First, I’ll start off with what I most feared about field training. Hmmm, so maybe first I’ll try to explain how my mind works, if that is even possible. I have a very dramatic dialogue going on in my head almost constantly (which may sometimes translate onto my face). (This is serious by the way.) I view my life as dramatic, eventful episodes and I like doing this because it’s easier for me to remember events, and how I felt about them at the time. In fact, I make a conscience effort to remember what I thought about something at this moment in time if I know it’s really important. For instance, growing up I placed these “markers” at key events so I could remember them when my children are at that age, or going through similar situations. I would carve in my brain what happened, how I felt, and what I thought my parents should have done in the situation. I know it sounds strange, but I really do this. I have no clue if I’ll use any of it when I am a parent, but I think it’s good to have.
So anyway, I prayed and prayed that my issues with the military wouldn’t be so “in my face” there. And of course they were. The “military mind-set” consists of having to prove yourself over and over again, and always being in competition with everyone around you. I guess it makes sense. “Show me what you can do.” “We only want the best.” Yeah, it sounds like what you would want from the military, but I only slightly agree with it. About a year ago, I had a “dramatic episode” of feeling like no matter what I did, I was never going to be enough. I would never be strong enough, smart enough, funny enough for pretty much every area of my life. It was starting to crush me. So what did I do? What I always do. Make a decision about how I felt about it, and burn it into my brain so I can combat those thoughts as soon as they appeared again. I decided I should never need to prove anything to anyone. I looked at my truest relationships. Have I ever had to prove anything to my mom? No. Have I needed to prove my friendships to my real friends? No. Have I ever needed to prove something to God? Just the sound of that makes me think it’s totally ridiculous! So why then do I need to prove something to anyone else? The only person that may ever need proving to is yourself, and that works a whole lot differently. I decided from then on, that I would no longer try to prove myself.
I didn’t know that that would be so hard to do! What is a job interview? Proving yourself with weak words. A test is also almost like proving what you know. But in field training, it becomes a whole new beast. The whole reason you are there is to basically prove yourself. Every second of every day, you’re “evaluated” for leadership. And I totally understand why they did everything they did. I got the point of it all. But really, field training is not real life. Leadership can’t be evaluated in a bubble, with extremely manipulated situations, with people who are only doing what they are doing because they know every move is being watched. No one’s life will ever solely consist of the Air Force the way it does in field training. So it was set up in order that I may prove myself. And you know what? I tried to leave behind what I took on as a truth of mine (which, I realized, is impossible) and attempted to prove myself. I have never tried harder in my life.
In field training you have at least three leadership evaluation forms done on you while you are in clearly defined leadership roles. I had my required three when I was the first vice flight commander, during a scenario where I had to get my people and equipment across “a river” with only rope and boards, and when I teamed up with another flight to camouflage a bunker. Honestly I impressed myself with how I handled things, and what I accomplished. My flight commander (the one who does the evaluations), however, never saw it the same way and my highest evaluation was “high satisfactory”. There are five categories, three of them passing. Unsatisfactory, Marginal, Satisfactory, Excellent, and Outstanding. Although I wasn’t disappointed with it (because I knew I did everything I could), it just showed me that I won’t be enough sometimes, which only made me want to fall back to what I already believed: that I shouldn’t try to prove anything.
That in combination with the constant competition and being ranked in the flight and having to rank everyone just chipped away at me. If we are supposed to be a team, why does someone need to be labeled “The Best”? I also see the value in competition as well. It does make you strive to be better and can push you to accomplish things you never though you could. But it also divides. In fact, with something as important as your field training rank, it divided so much that I felt I was on a reality show, where I had to make alliances and watch everything I said and did around everyone, because they may be able to use it against me. It sucked because I felt I couldn’t trust anyone. Friendly competition can only stay friendly so long. And I also believe that personal competition will always do more harm than good. These thoughts have only been strengthened at field training. Also, competition can make you feel inadequate when no matter what you do, you can’t “beat” someone else. There’s also lots of problems I see with it from a religious standpoint, but I won’t go into that right now.
So I was really hoping I could catch a break from these looming ideas. But instead, they were only pounded into our heads more. I felt like they were attempting to brainwash me. And for about a week after I got back, I still thought people were watching my every move and judging it on whether I was “a good leader”, and “made the right decision”. Thankfully, I think I’ve broken out of that.
First, I’ll start off with what I most feared about field training. Hmmm, so maybe first I’ll try to explain how my mind works, if that is even possible. I have a very dramatic dialogue going on in my head almost constantly (which may sometimes translate onto my face). (This is serious by the way.) I view my life as dramatic, eventful episodes and I like doing this because it’s easier for me to remember events, and how I felt about them at the time. In fact, I make a conscience effort to remember what I thought about something at this moment in time if I know it’s really important. For instance, growing up I placed these “markers” at key events so I could remember them when my children are at that age, or going through similar situations. I would carve in my brain what happened, how I felt, and what I thought my parents should have done in the situation. I know it sounds strange, but I really do this. I have no clue if I’ll use any of it when I am a parent, but I think it’s good to have.
So anyway, I prayed and prayed that my issues with the military wouldn’t be so “in my face” there. And of course they were. The “military mind-set” consists of having to prove yourself over and over again, and always being in competition with everyone around you. I guess it makes sense. “Show me what you can do.” “We only want the best.” Yeah, it sounds like what you would want from the military, but I only slightly agree with it. About a year ago, I had a “dramatic episode” of feeling like no matter what I did, I was never going to be enough. I would never be strong enough, smart enough, funny enough for pretty much every area of my life. It was starting to crush me. So what did I do? What I always do. Make a decision about how I felt about it, and burn it into my brain so I can combat those thoughts as soon as they appeared again. I decided I should never need to prove anything to anyone. I looked at my truest relationships. Have I ever had to prove anything to my mom? No. Have I needed to prove my friendships to my real friends? No. Have I ever needed to prove something to God? Just the sound of that makes me think it’s totally ridiculous! So why then do I need to prove something to anyone else? The only person that may ever need proving to is yourself, and that works a whole lot differently. I decided from then on, that I would no longer try to prove myself.
I didn’t know that that would be so hard to do! What is a job interview? Proving yourself with weak words. A test is also almost like proving what you know. But in field training, it becomes a whole new beast. The whole reason you are there is to basically prove yourself. Every second of every day, you’re “evaluated” for leadership. And I totally understand why they did everything they did. I got the point of it all. But really, field training is not real life. Leadership can’t be evaluated in a bubble, with extremely manipulated situations, with people who are only doing what they are doing because they know every move is being watched. No one’s life will ever solely consist of the Air Force the way it does in field training. So it was set up in order that I may prove myself. And you know what? I tried to leave behind what I took on as a truth of mine (which, I realized, is impossible) and attempted to prove myself. I have never tried harder in my life.
In field training you have at least three leadership evaluation forms done on you while you are in clearly defined leadership roles. I had my required three when I was the first vice flight commander, during a scenario where I had to get my people and equipment across “a river” with only rope and boards, and when I teamed up with another flight to camouflage a bunker. Honestly I impressed myself with how I handled things, and what I accomplished. My flight commander (the one who does the evaluations), however, never saw it the same way and my highest evaluation was “high satisfactory”. There are five categories, three of them passing. Unsatisfactory, Marginal, Satisfactory, Excellent, and Outstanding. Although I wasn’t disappointed with it (because I knew I did everything I could), it just showed me that I won’t be enough sometimes, which only made me want to fall back to what I already believed: that I shouldn’t try to prove anything.
That in combination with the constant competition and being ranked in the flight and having to rank everyone just chipped away at me. If we are supposed to be a team, why does someone need to be labeled “The Best”? I also see the value in competition as well. It does make you strive to be better and can push you to accomplish things you never though you could. But it also divides. In fact, with something as important as your field training rank, it divided so much that I felt I was on a reality show, where I had to make alliances and watch everything I said and did around everyone, because they may be able to use it against me. It sucked because I felt I couldn’t trust anyone. Friendly competition can only stay friendly so long. And I also believe that personal competition will always do more harm than good. These thoughts have only been strengthened at field training. Also, competition can make you feel inadequate when no matter what you do, you can’t “beat” someone else. There’s also lots of problems I see with it from a religious standpoint, but I won’t go into that right now.
So I was really hoping I could catch a break from these looming ideas. But instead, they were only pounded into our heads more. I felt like they were attempting to brainwash me. And for about a week after I got back, I still thought people were watching my every move and judging it on whether I was “a good leader”, and “made the right decision”. Thankfully, I think I’ve broken out of that.
Friday, June 19, 2009
I wanted to take some time before I left to share with you a recent realization I’ve had. I believe it was inspired by these interviews and also maybe because the last few days I’ve been researching LDS and also reading a little bit of The God Delusion (I know, it was a great decision on how to spend my time). But either way, I know more deeply now than ever before that I am doing what I should. Field training represents to me a promise made manifest. It has been such a long journey just reaching this point that to stop and reflect on it would take all day. Am I nervous? Not anymore. And that may be just because it seems like it’s taken forever to get here since summer started, but I’m not scared anymore either. If anything, I’m impatient. I want to get there and start this. Put everything to the test, see what God will do for me, and witness profound things. I guess I’m just a sentimental person, I really hope this will change my life and how I relate to God.
I remembered Father Michael’s song today. It’s the one he sings in almost every homily. It goes, “I have decided to follow Jesus. I have decided to follow Jesus. I have decided to follow Jesus. No turning back, no turning back.” If I ever stopped seeking Jesus, my life would fall apart. Not just in the sense that I would do different activities or hang out with different people or think about different things. I mean that my life would instantly become so confused, chaotic and desperate that I wouldn’t be able to live. This actually gives me great comfort. I can never go back. Nor would I want to. Before coming to college I never would have dreamed this is where I’ll be, physically, mentally or spiritually. God has dragged me here and I’m so thankful for it. He not only keeps His promises, He goes beyond them. I am utterly in love with God.
Ok, so that’s about all for now. Please pray for me and my mom. If you would like to write, my address is
Cadet Yusckat, Ruth B
Maxwell 3
501 Lemay Place N.
Maxwell AFB, AL 36112
Please don’t send anything after July 13th. I’ll be back July 18th, and I’ll be sure to tell you how it went!!
May the Lord be with you in every moment!
I remembered Father Michael’s song today. It’s the one he sings in almost every homily. It goes, “I have decided to follow Jesus. I have decided to follow Jesus. I have decided to follow Jesus. No turning back, no turning back.” If I ever stopped seeking Jesus, my life would fall apart. Not just in the sense that I would do different activities or hang out with different people or think about different things. I mean that my life would instantly become so confused, chaotic and desperate that I wouldn’t be able to live. This actually gives me great comfort. I can never go back. Nor would I want to. Before coming to college I never would have dreamed this is where I’ll be, physically, mentally or spiritually. God has dragged me here and I’m so thankful for it. He not only keeps His promises, He goes beyond them. I am utterly in love with God.
Ok, so that’s about all for now. Please pray for me and my mom. If you would like to write, my address is
Cadet Yusckat, Ruth B
Maxwell 3
501 Lemay Place N.
Maxwell AFB, AL 36112
Please don’t send anything after July 13th. I’ll be back July 18th, and I’ll be sure to tell you how it went!!
May the Lord be with you in every moment!
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