TEWTs (Tactically Exhausting Warrior Tests)

Or, more officially known as 'Tactical Exercise Without Troops', they are such a cause of stress and anxiety in the college that I feel compelled to write about them and try to explain them. Maybe now next time we have a conversation and I try to tell you how bad the current TEWT is, you may be able to understand a little better.

So firstly, imagine a game of chess. You've got all your pieces and they all have differing abilities and rules about where they can and can't go, right? This is basically what a TEWT is. You're given a scenario and you're told what assets you have to help solve it.

You're also given an opponent to play against. However imagine that the opponent has about three times the amount of pieces you have, and every single one of those pieces has a different set of rules and abilities to your own pieces. They're stronger, better equipped and on the whole, more powerful.

So now, imagine that you take away the chessboard and you have to now just remember all these variants and rules off the top of your head. You have paper you can write it down on of course, but it's basically like playing chess theoretically. You've just got to remember where everyone is and what they're doing and what they can do. The number of pieces you have, the opponent has, and all their individual abilities.

From this, you've got to come up with a plan that works and then, you have to write it down in a way that PROVES it works. It takes roughly 8 hours to do.

So from there, 8 hours later, exhausted, brain strained and haggard, you hand it into an instructor who, despite the fact that your plan makes sense and you've obviously analysed the situation...they decide that your air assets, while effective, don't necessarily guarantee cut off of the enemy withdrawal. And because of that one tiny differing of opinion of something you wouldn't know unless you've actually been in operations, working with air assets in real life, you fail.

If you fail the wrong TEWT at the wrong time you could find yourself doing an extra 6 months at the college doing 'retraining'.

So... TEWTs. In short. They suck.

Neville Howse

There is a house in Duntroon called Neville House, even though it’s actually Neville Howse.

How to describe Neville House…

It’s a little feared by cadets because not only is it the place people are sent when they are injured (and who wants to be injured?) but often it seems like people are sent to Nevs and then just…disappear. It’s like the black hole of RMC. A black hole full of mish mashed injured people who have been left behind by their class, some who have even have seen multiple graduations pass them by. Unfortunately because the vast majority of the cadets don’t know the names or stories of those in Nevs, or understand anything which goes on in there, there is a general understanding that the cadets there are ‘lingers’.

‘What do they even DO all day? Do they do ANYTHING? Are they allowed pets? I bet they have pets. I bet they all have cats’.

In fact, before I was sent there myself, my only interaction with the people of Nevs was that I saw them from afar, limping around, forced to be the creepy, cat loving caretakers of the college (much like Filch) while the rest of the Corps are out on battleblock.

I had this vague idea in my head that they all looked a little bit like this.

A few weeks spent with them over May revealed to me the surprising truth...

...Most of the cadets in Nevs are sexy, genius, nerd ninjas.

It really is the most bizarre phenomenon. It’s as if some sick twisted vortex has sucked its way through the college and injured only one specific type of person. I don’t think you could pluck ten people from anywhere in the college (or the world) and have them be as uniquely intelligent, hilarious or as into martial arts as the Nevs cadets.

Being in with the Nevs crowd was a reality check for me.

I couldn’t really sit there moping about my ankle for 4 weeks (like I initially wanted to) when there were people around me displaying such extraordinary resilience and determination. How could I complain about my stupid temporary injury to the people dealing with the reality of upcoming surgery? Or their frustration with the system and debating whether or not to push to try enter the Corps again…to start with a new class again for the second, or even third time.
Their positivity and strength put me and my whingyness to shame.

To those who are curious, the things I did in Nevs was a lot more of what I thought Duntroon was going to be like. Gym twice a day, with lessons all day in between. We did public speaking and presentation skills, military history lessons, comms and navigation practice. Every Friday involved some form of ethical debate and a more thorough look at military law and skills in order to one day manage soldiers and people. It was less about tanks and destruction and more about thought and interaction. Becoming a good leader not necessarily through the ‘Alpha male’ style of leadership, but through your own distinct style.

I loved it.

So this post here is a little tribute to some of the best people I know and some of my favorite memories of the past 4 weeks:

1)    Being excluded from ‘Boys night’ with Sully, and then turning ‘Girls night’ into the superior (and arguably more masculine) evening

2)    Anderson stepping up for the debate at the last minute and proclaiming that ‘Since the 7 day war there has been relative peace in Israel’

3)    Being told off by Mocha for lending a pair of ADF issued runners… chastised for falling short of being like Jesus

4)    Any time Gash said anything during that debate

5)    Gains

6)    Ando’s ‘vegan powers’ and the 11 seconds.

7)    “Hey…Ando called. He wants his string beans back”

8)    Sting Pong

9)    The constant and unapologetic bus tossing

10)  Sleep overs with Sully

11)  The Great Chess Tournament of ‘15

12)  Luring in small children with dinosaurs

13)  Progressively removing Sully’s letters from her room and hiding them around the building

14)  Gash’s name badge mysteriously turning up in a block of ice

15)  Conquering Westeros

16)  Punning with Newman

17)  The Great Escape plans

18)  Finally oscillating with Tyler

19)  Being the moonboot crip parade

20)  The frequent besmirching of Princess Leia’s reputation

21) The extraordinary jaw line of Hall

22) Elrick's argument... because facts can, and always will be debated.

<3 to you all

I am not an "opportunity"

I was walking with a male friend the other night to get to a particular shop. We were following the maps on his phone and it led us the quickest way which just happened to be through an alley. It wasn’t a particularly threatening looking alley, and there were a lot of people around at either end but there was no one inside. Just garages and dustbins. Instantly, I made a nervous joke; “aaaand this is where we get mugged”. His answer surprised me. He said,

            “Oh. I didn’t even realise this was an alley”.

Now, acknowledging that being raped in an alleyway is not statistically the most likely scenario when it comes to sexual assault, I still couldn’t help but think, ‘how lucky for you, that you don’t have to assess your particular levels of vulnerability at various times in various locations. How lucky that you don’t have to walk around the block – however far that might be - in order to avoid certain areas that I feel, as a woman, I’ve been trained to identify and avoid. How lucky that you don’t ever feel threatened by something so simple as an alley, or an empty carpark, that there probably won’t be someone lurking there who might view your temporary isolation as an opportunity’. 

A conversation yesterday with a female friend brought up another point.

            “If I go out for some drinks with friends and a man approaches me, it should be enough for me just to say ‘thanks but no thanks. I’m not interested’. Why is it that the only definitive way to make him go away is to tell him that I have a boyfriend? My own unwillingness should be enough. It shouldn’t take the threat of treading on another mans ‘turf’ to make him stop. He should stop out of respect for me, not my boyfriend”.

I went out with a group of girls about a month ago. We went out to dance.

Not to pick up.

To be with each other.

Some of these girls had crossed the country to be with me that night and I wanted to dance with them. Not random men on the dance floor.

As expected, some men came up and tried to dance with us, and I don’t begrudge them that at all. This is modern pickup culture and people meet all the time on the dance floor, but on this particular night we weren’t interested and we made that very apparent.

We were in no way rude. We simply kept to ourselves, dancing in a tight circle, and when men came up to us, we simply moved somewhere else to dance.

After about an hour a man came up to my friend and poked her in the chest.

“You bitches think you can just walk in here? You think you’re so much better than everyone else? Just cause you’re a woman and just because you have a vagina, you think you own the world? You pack of stuck up bitches. You think you’re too good to dance with us”.

I’m not normally an angry person, but those words made me see red. Because how dare he feel that he was entitled to anything from us? How dare he feel cheated because…god forbid, some women didn’t want to dance with him. Somewhere somehow, in his screwed up version of the world, the fact that we were dressed up and out to have a good time automatically meant that we should in some way be putting out to him and his friends. Because… duh. That’s what short dresses and make up mean, right?

All these incidents by themselves wouldn’t have been enough to make me write this post…because the sad thing is that they’re everyday occurrences. They are things that women deal with on a daily basis that I’d bet some men don’t even realise (and I only say some, because I also know that I have many very sensitive and thoughtful men in my life).

But I decided to write this post because two much bigger incidents happened to me this year, and I’ve decided that remaining silent about them doesn’t serve to help, educate or change anything. If I had to go through them then I’d at least like them to affect change in some way or form.

One evening, a few weeks ago I went down some stairs the fast way and ended up doing some serious damage to my ankle. There was only one person who saw it happen and he came straight over to help me back to my room. I was leaning heavily on him the whole way, utterly unable to put any weight on my ankle. As far as movement was concerned, I was pretty helpless. When we got back to my room I thanked him and said goodnight but he insisted on coming in with me and helping me take off my shoes. So I let him in and I limped to my bed. I heard him close the door behind us and even through my pain it registered as a strange thing to do. He helped me take my shoe off and made a show of looking at my ankle. Suddenly he was sitting beside me, stroking my hair, telling me how beautiful I was. At that point I realised that somehow despite being crying, injured and helpless I’d turned into an opportunity for him. So I stood up and on one foot, hopped over and herded him to my bedroom door. I opened it …and he reached around me and closed it again. I ended up pressed up against my door with this guy trying to put his face in my chest. Thankfully (and purely because I’m a tall, reasonably strong woman) I managed to open the door again and throw him out of the room.

I confronted him about it the next day and his reaction was.

“Oh don’t stress about it. I’m sorry. I was drunk”.

No.

A few months ago, a best friend of 10 years utterly betrayed me.

I was at a party at his house and decided to stay the night on a mattress in the living room. When I woke up there was a camera lying next to me. I was the first person awake, so to pass the time I decided to look at the happy photos which had been taken during the previous evening. What I found instead were several pictures of me, asleep, with my friend standing over me, holding his penis up against my body and face.

No.

I want to make one thing here very clear;

It is not my responsibility to make sure I am not harassed or assaulted.

I am not obligated to wear (or not wear) certain things in order to deter harassment or assault.

I am not obligated to have to behave in a certain way in order to deter harassment or assault.

I should be allowed to walk down any street, at any time, without weighing up my likelihood of being raped.

I should be afforded the respect of being able to say no.

These are my rights, and no matter what I do, what I wear, or where I walk, I should never be considered anyone’s ‘opportunity’. 

The responsibility to make sure that I am not harassed or assaulted lies with those who identify that they could.

It is our responsibility as a community to change this culture, to tell these stories and hold those responsible accountable. To educate our sons, brothers and friends about what the close women in their lives go through, and hope that sometimes even a conversation about this can make changes for the better.

I am not a distant blogger or columnist. I am not an article in a newspaper or an extreme, ranting feminist. I am your friend and colleague and in some cases, family, and these things have happened to me in the past six months alone. I would like to also make a point that they have not happened because I work in a male dominated environment. These events occurred outside of work, in the regular civilian world.

I realise, of course, that this entire post is directed to the wrong audience because I believe that my life (and my facebook) is full of quality, respectful, kind men - the men reading this blog post. But if this post generates one positive discussion between people who may not have realised how inherent and deeply ingrained this behaviour is in modern society, then I feel like I have justified the time it took to write it. If one person can address these issues with a boyfriend, brother or friend, then that makes me feel like these events at least had some sort of purpose.

Duntroon.... or Hogwarts?

Stress does funny things to people.
Amid late nights, assignments, assessments, incessant marching, saluting, and ironing, I've been unable to shake a dramatic realisation which has steadily crept upon me.

Somehow, completely unintentionally, I've actually achieved my childhood dream of attending Hogwarts. Here's why:

Lee Shield v House Cup

At RMC we live in companies, not unlike Hogwarts houses. Each company has about 100 people to it and each have their own colour, mascot and war cry. The Lee Shield is an event between companies where, based off sporting events and academics, points are awarded and the company which finishes the session with the most points are awarded the title of 'Sovereigns Company'. This means a whole manner of things. Sovs get to march onto parade first, eat meals first, wear a red lanyard instead of the funky 'biscuit' coloured one. Most importantly they get bragging rights.
The fight to be sovereigns is a bloody one and here are the contenders.

Slytherin: Kokoda. Kokoda wear the colour green and their mascot is a gross slobbering bulldog. They have the reputation for being the party company, full of loud, consistently crazy people. They're dangerous, impressive, and ambitious. They went from LAST in Sovs order to Sovereigns Company in a single session and daringly stole the bell from Drill Wing last year, also putting a 'Dogs for Sovs' poster in the Drill Wing window along with a stuffed dog on the roof. You can't turn your back on a Kokoda.

Griffindor: Long Tan. And that's NOT just because this is my company either although, what can I say? I'm a little biased. Our colour is yellow and our mascot is a tiger. Long Tan is full of brave, sexy, competitive, well rounded people who pretty much want to win the Lee Shield more than anyone else. We get on well with all the other companies, except Alamein. But...that's nothing special because everyone hates Alamein. We have an alliance with Kokoda called the Long Kok alliance and yet, despite that, we still probably want to beat them more than anyone else in the Lee Shield.

Ravenclaw: Kapyong. Their colour is black and their mascot is a rat. They're intelligent, I'll give them that. The last two BSMs (head cadet of the college) has been from Kapyong. Not only that but they give up their Saturdays to have guest speakers coming in to educate them. They have a weekly newsletter that discusses world events and how it relates to the Defence force. They train hard, with most of their personal admin periods being consumed with company fitness sessions. They have a deep hated and rivalry with Kokoda, are completely dismissive of Alamein and have a reputation for stealing other company's belongings (flags, memorabilia, what have you) and hoarding them in their little rat den...er... I mean, common room.

HufflePuff: Alamein. Last in Sovs order this year they are unaffectionately known as 'Anti sovs'.  I don't know exactly why they've earned everyone's ire but...somehow they have.
Known as Failamein, Lameamein and Alalosers. Their mascot is some wrinkly old man. They mostly just walk around in their maroon shirts looking lost.








There's another company called Galipoli, but honestly? They're an enigma. They keept to themselves and they don't really have ties or alliances with anyone else. All I know about them is that they have big bedrooms.

The Room of requirement:
Duntroon equivalent: The Room within a Room.
Read about it here
They say it wasn't built to have a place where they could secretly drink booze or bring girlfriends...but it totally was. An entire room dug beneath the bed of a cadet into the very foundations of the building, kept a secret for a long time. I've been down there. It's creepy, a little dungeon-y, a little seedy...but if you needed somewhere secret and discreet to hide, ohhh, let's say, Dumbledores army, I'm sure this room could cram them all in here if it had to.

The Grand Staircase:
Duntroon equivalent: The stairs that leads to nowhere.
The only difference between the two is that with the Grand Staircase you're never sure if they'll lead you to nowhere. At Duntroon at least you know there's nothing there.
Superstitiously avoided by all Cadets.

The Grand Hall:
Duntroon equivalent: The Mess
Think high roof, tall windows, massive oak wooden beams,. It's beautiful.

Peeves:
Duntroon equivalent: Staff Cadet Casey
Legend has it that years ago, Staff Cadet Casey was SKYLARKING and locked in a broom cupboard. He was left there over Christmas leave and when they came back all they found was a skeleton and scratch marks on the inside of the cupboard.
Now he haunts the corridors of RMC. His skeleton hangs in the Mess and Cadets are obliged to excuse themselves to him whenever they sit down at a table to eat.

So there you have it. Duntroon practically IS Hogwarts.