PLDC - The Commandant's Office

It’s scary, kind of like going to the Principal's office --but worse, having to report to the Commandant.  He's the main person in charge and it just feels like he holds your fate in his hands.  If he says you stay --you stay.  If he says you go --you go.  And I feared higher ranking soldiers as it was --plus I was all the more embarrassed for the why of going to see him.

He was actually quite nice and understanding.  He explained the male soldiers that were involved were as embarrassed about the whole thing as I was and it was not intentional.  He said the soldiers said to him, “. . . we didn't even see anything!"  This was supposed to make me feel better but --it did not.  The Commandant also sheepishly explained that though they had assigned the shared bathroom to the females during a certain hour --they um just simply forgot to tell the male soldiers that little piece of information.  Oops.

So you know, it was all one big misunderstanding.

None of this made me feel any better but at least now we had assigned bathroom time AND the male soldiers would be informed of the times so ---I guess I could just put this all behind me.  I was grateful for the fact that I was so shocked when it all happened I did not see the faces of the male soldiers so in the event I ever saw them again during the course, I'd not know it was them.

I still wanted to leave but I knew going back to my unit having not graduated would be a worse fate than staying –so I decided to buckle down, gain my military bearings and get through it.