I think this setup a precusor to me having a horrible time my first few days. I was scheduled to ship on April 8, 2003. Stay at the MEPS hotel the night of April 7th. Well, The night before on the 6th, I don't recall sleeping much at all, I was at parties here and there and just living it up. Then I was able to gather all of my things, etc., and left for the hotel by my own car (parents picked it up). The night of MEPS hotel was crazy. Everyone's friends were coming in, people were drinking. I met two guys going into the Army who made the decision of dropping acid before they left (wtf) So, met all kinds of people and just partied it up and said bye to my friends. I went to sleep at 4am, woke up an hour or two later. So, we take the charter to MEPS, and then we start doing all the paperwork and crap, etc., We get to the Airport, I'm with a few other USAF guys. Get on the plane, fly to Houston first than to Lackland. Again, no sleep. So, we get to the Airport, TI had already made an example of one person, and if you left for the Air Force on April 8th, 2003, you KNOW EXACTLY who I am talking about. (Trainee Legit reports as orders sir) who ended up having to say that until he get to the base. We walked outside to the buses, and they are all hurriying us up and what not. Dogs with the K9 SP's I guess just to help us make sure we get on. So, we get there, start inprocessing, stand at the line, asked if we played instruments (NEVER JOIN THAT OR SAY YOU DO). So, there is mass confusion, and I was told to move "there" I had no clue where, so I decided to board a bus with the other group of people heading there. WE get on the bus, and TI's do a headcount. They notice they are extra one person. I'm not thinking much at this point. Then they do it again, and then they start calling out the names. My name was not on the list. Want to talk about the worst feeling in the world. Fuck. So, TI's is yelling his ass off at me, tells me to get off and drop my luggage. So I just do that. Get off the bus and dropped my luggage RIGHT THERE. He comes out yelling, "dumb-fuck, get it and bring it over there and go back in." So........I'm already like, jesus christ, I am going to die. We get back in and start improcessing, etc., like madman, doing all that same BS. So, we ended up inprocessing, WITH NO SLEEP, yes, I had not slept in 3 night straight, I was getting dizzy everytime I stood up and had to hit myself in the face and wet my face every other few minutes to stop myself from sleeping. So, by 8 that night, we finally tuck in, and I get to sleep. I ended up waking up at 3am, I don't know how, but I was looking around and saw the dorm guard peep from the 5th week and talked to him for a few then pissed and went back to bed. They let us sleep until 8am, that was a godsend. Any other fun MEPS stories?