Welcome back welcome back welcome back! That didn't take very long at all. As much fun as Winter Break was, it's now back to the typical college life I very much love. Where's the music? I forgot to turn it on, one sec. There we go, yesssss.
So I apologize but I don't have much time to blog. I only have an hour and a half before this party I'm going to. And this one's gonna be especially nice because I'm invited! Yeah! Just like in high school! It's our good friend Slocum's birthday party and he's throwing the mother fuck down. And Alex is making the playlist for this party and I must say he's done a very good job.
Onto other shit. Yesterday I received something I've wanted since as long as I could remember. I was awarded my wings in Air Force. So now I wear a sterling silver shiny emblem distinguishing me as an Air Force Aviator.
I've known the meaning of silver wings pinned upon your left breast since my dad and grandfather explained it to me when I was barely old enough to understand it. Every single picture my decorated grandfather was shown in, he had wings. He was a celebrity in my young eyes; my own grandfather can fly a plane. Ability to fly must be so celebrated that only the best of the best get to wear wings. I was so enthusiastic as a child about "wearing your wings" as a pilot that I impersonated it. Every time I stepped on an airliner I was sure to wear that cheap plastic pin (that Delta used as a marketing ploy) on the left breast of my sweater.
I eventually grew out of wearing fake wings, for exactly that reason. They were fake. They didn't mean anything, other than display my eagerness to fly. However I did continue to notice that every single real pilot wore they're wings with extreme pride. And that became my goal.
Wings pinned on a jacket became the embodiment of my success, much like a trophy earned by an athlete. When I have wings, I will have finally completed my overall objective. Of course I was not expecting to wear those wings until I got through UPT in like 5 years. So it was naturally quite a surprise to me when I was given a pair of wings to wear as a cadet.
In a way, I have already achieved my ultimate life goal of becoming a pilot. Because yes, I am a pilot. I've always been a pilot, more recently been a licensed pilot, but now it's totally different. I really can't figure out why but I feel like receiving my wings has completely changed everything. My best guess is that I'm now acknowledged and accepted as a pilot in the UNITED STATES AIR FORCE. I'm getting to the point where it doesn't get any more "real" than this. My wings are just more proof and personal closure; I'm a pilot, and that will never change.
And I get to show that bitch off every time I wear my uniform. "Oh that? Oh those are just my wings. The Air Force gave it to me:)"
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