Citadel Girlfriend

So for the most part I want to keep this part of my life off my blog and just in my personal life but I just have to share this! hehe! My boyfriend started school at the Citadel almost a week ago now. All the freshman are called knobs because they have to have their heads shaved so close their poor little heads look like doorknobs. They are also called fourth class cadets. But that does not pertain to this poem. Someone named Nicky Moise wrote a poem about being a knob. I keep it on my bulletin board. :) No matter what a crappy day I've had it reminds me it could be worse! And that my boyfriend is really going through hell right now! (They call the first week hell week)

I’m a Knob

I rise when I hear the Bugle blow,

How in the hell, I’ll never know.

But dressing myself in ten minutes flat,

I’ll never see the sense in that.

            But I’m a knob, so I do it.

My back is broken and my arms are sore;

I feel so numb I can’t find the floor;

My eyes hurt like their filled with clay;

Only a fool would live this way.

            But I’m a knob, so I do it.

I climb into my pants and they fit so tight

The feeling resembles an alligator bite.

And I’ll never understand the colors they chose;

Nobody in their right mind would wear such clothes.

            But I’m a knob, so I do it.

“Uniform of the Day” is just a big bunch of words;

And wearing pants under the armpits is for the birds.

Those things they call shoes look four sizes to big;

And wearing gloves in the summertime I just don’t dig.

            But I’m a knob, so I do it.

I pull in my chin and I run down the stairs;

I’m so bald I can count every one of my hairs.

Though I shined my shoes less than six hours ago,

I play hell trying to tell my fat sergeant so.

            But I’m a knob, so I do it.

Why they call it breakfast has really got me beat;

I always thought breakfast was a time to eat.

I think the “food” was prepared for a fasting monk;

It takes a cast iron stomach to digest that junk.

            But I’m a knob, so I do it.

So I’m sleepy and I’m hungry and I look like a fool;

But I know someday I’ll get used to this school.

I guess it’s a lesson you learn along the way:

If you’re dumb enough to come here, you’re dumb enough to stay.

Nicky Moise

El Cid-Knob Year

It kind of makes me laugh and it makes me pray. a lot.

I kind of thought I would play with that poem a little. Mine is not very well written and mostly written in fun although there is some truth to it. :) Enjoy!

I’m a Knob’s Girlfriend

I jump when I hear my cell phone ring,

In case he may have caused that ding.

Dying for just a five minute chat,

Most girls see no sense in that.

            But I’m a knobs girlfriend, so I do it.

I miss him to my very core,

That’s something that I can’t ignore.

I take a lot of time to pray,

I send lots of letters his way.

            But I’m a knobs girlfriend, so I do it.

Citadel girls give me quite a fright,

Because of that I must often write.

I hope he is not making foes,

And his hairless head has not froze.

            But I’m a knobs girlfriend, so I do it.

My letters are just a bunch of words,

I doubt he will even read a third.

The school he chose, brings many nightmares,

I hope he knows he’s in my prayers.

            But I’m a knobs girlfriend, so I do it.

I heard from him six days ago,

Just before he had to go.

His bravery just can’t be beat,

His enthusiasm will soon deplete.

            But I’m a knobs girlfriend, so I do it.

With all this sadness, I know I’m a fool,

But I know someday I’ll get used to this school.

I guess it’s a lesson you learn along the way:

If you’re dumb enough to love him, you’re dumb enough to stay.

:) hehe! He has only been at The Citadel for a week so I am nowhere near knowledgeable about this. But I will say this is and will be an interesting season of life! :)