Taking Sips from a Fire Hydrant

The first part of our pre-deployment training is a cultural and language training class. For eight hours a day we learn how to speak Phasto, the native language where we will be going in Afghanistan. It is very exhausting and by the end of the first hour my brain is fried. At the end of the day, I can't remember a single thing I've learned, forcing me to study when I get back to my dorm (which is pictured below). After the language training, we have an hour and a half lecture on various topics about Afghanistan. I haven't been impressed thus far.

The barracks have four wings with bathrooms/showers in the middle. We only have five females right now since only a small group are here for the language and cultural training. We should have more females trickle in over the next week and then we should be full when the regular combat skills training (CST) kicks off at the end of the month.

My humble bed below. The Air Force knows how to do quality of life, but the Army...not so much.