profile test (to make sure we weren’t a danger to ourselves or other and that we were team player) and got prepared to be poked, prodded and have various bodily fluids taken from us. That’s right medical processing time. Besides our bus leaving second and arriving fifth to the medical processing and having 8 vial of blood taken from us the processing wasn’t too terrible. They did bp/pulse, blood tests, chest x-ray, hearing, pulmonary function test, drug test, and oh yea the physical complete with turn your head and cough. On wed we had classes all day like safety, security, and some more safety. By now the peanut gallery had grow to 9. We did the typical peanut gallery stuff like heckle stupid people and make snide comments about the speakers. We had Doc, H2O or Waterboy, Mom, Deuce, Old Man, Techie, Hatfield, Molly, and of course me as Cabbie. Thursday was pretty uneventful, just got my military id and computer. Friday we went to Nuclear Biological and Chemical training, which basically taught us how to put on our gas mask and our chemical suit. So ends our trip through processing. It may sound boring mainly because it was, but there was always the chance you could get voted off the island. No comes the daily meeting to see if when they call your name to get on a plane. Luckily since I live in Houston I was able to go home and just drive to the meeting every day. They told me the next Thursday that I’d be flying out on Monday, so I did the only logical thing I could think of and that was go party it up in College Station with deuce and H2O.