Embarrassing Confessions of a School Teacher, Personal Trainer, and Ironman Triathlete
May, 2006 - January, 2009
San Diego
This part of my life begins the day I barely graduated college, and ends the morning I showed up to the airport hungover, reeking of 151, on my way to Marine Corps Officer Candidate School. (This set the tone for my career as an upstanding Officer)
I wasn't excited to enter this phase of my life because I didn't want college to end. I didn't want to grow up, I didn't want to stop partying with my fraternity, and I didn't want to start a career teaching P.E. in the ghetto.
The only reason I graduated college in five years and not six like I wanted, was because my dad said these words,
"If you don't walk at the graduation this year and receive your actual diploma, I will fucking kill you. ... And I don't mean one of those bullshit IOU diplomas, I want your actual fucking diploma. The kind of diploma that insinuates you're done partying and ready to grow the fuck up."
I got my diploma, and three months after college was over I hadn't grown up at all. I was personal training, freelance teaching, and training for triathlons during the day, and partying at either the frat house or my apartment at night.
The college lifestyle continued, this time with more money and less stress.
God bless America.
San Diego
This part of my life begins the day I barely graduated college, and ends the morning I showed up to the airport hungover, reeking of 151, on my way to Marine Corps Officer Candidate School. (This set the tone for my career as an upstanding Officer)
I wasn't excited to enter this phase of my life because I didn't want college to end. I didn't want to grow up, I didn't want to stop partying with my fraternity, and I didn't want to start a career teaching P.E. in the ghetto.
The only reason I graduated college in five years and not six like I wanted, was because my dad said these words,
"If you don't walk at the graduation this year and receive your actual diploma, I will fucking kill you. ... And I don't mean one of those bullshit IOU diplomas, I want your actual fucking diploma. The kind of diploma that insinuates you're done partying and ready to grow the fuck up."
I got my diploma, and three months after college was over I hadn't grown up at all. I was personal training, freelance teaching, and training for triathlons during the day, and partying at either the frat house or my apartment at night.
The college lifestyle continued, this time with more money and less stress.
God bless America.