Skin Cancer and Parachuting

So golfing yesterday was phenominal. I shot a 102. Not bad considering it was the first time I've played in a month or so. Even more impressive was my 45 on the back 9. Unfortunately, I didn't put suncreen on my legs and parts of my arm. I came back to find my calves and ankles incredibly burned. I feel the skin cancer and malignant melanoma growing as I type.

In other news, in a little more than a week I begin Airmanship 490, a class dedicated to teaching cadets to parachute. It will be a very intense ground school, as this class allows me to do something that few other people have done: solo on my first jump. At civilian schools this is prohibited, but I guess the Academy feels that their training is just that good. I guess I'll find out.