Admittedly, I still call my mum crying that I miss being home at least once a week. 

As soon as I put on my uniform, myself and 9 more girls were brought to a base that will become our second home for the five week's training. 

After realizing that what was meant to be a three week long training turned out to be five weeks, and realizing that our commanders like to yell more than necessary, we were faced with the fact that this is going to be our reality for a while. 

Sleeping in a tent during stormy nights, and only having one hour a day to call our families and have some time to ourselves that really isn't privet in any way, shape, or form did take it's tool on us on more than one occasion. 

During these past three weeks I think I learned a lot about myself, about my limits and the things that tick me 

off, but most importantly I met amazing girls and was truly blessed to be a part of our division. We are the only division in our company that reached the high stendarts of our commanders (not sure if we're happy about that though..). 

One of the hardest thing for me is excepting the fact that as long as we're in the base (which last time happened to be two weeks straight) we're basically not allowed anything, or to quote my commander "The only thing you can do is breath, unless I say otherwise". 

Which loosely means - we can't smile, laugh, scratch an itchy nose without permission or even move an inch for that matter. But as shallow as that sounds, that wasn't (and isn't) the hardest part for me. The hardest part is losing my identity and self expression via my looks. No accessories, no certain hairdoes (or hair down for that matter), no makeup and no piercings. We basically lose our self expression, and on top of it all, most of the commanders won't even acknowledge our names but call us as "solider" when they want something.