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Thought that was what NAPS was, or are you referring to the foundation program? If so, I don't know much about that one, other than some people went there, THEN to NAPS before heading to USNA.
Yeah, especially since VAdm Ryan 'owed' him from 'back in the day'. Earlier in said semester, when I knew I was having trouble, but not really grasping that I was going to get a 0.58 semester GPA, Assassin was the guest of honor at our birthday ball. He definitely remembered me from me being his driver at Pendleton, and we had a mostly one-sided conversation about me doing better when I mentioned that I was trying to keep my head above water. Later, after another mostly one-sided conversation with the Sup, 'Dant, Senior Marine, and various other >O-5 personnel (aka: Academic Board), the Sup explained what had happened. He informed me that I had a second chance, thanks to a certain Marine, and I had better not f*ck up, because that would displease him and the General greatly. (Adm Ryan was one of the nicest person that I have ever met, but he definitely had his angry eyes on that day.) This sentiment was repeated, albeit in even more colorful language, in a letter from the General about a week later. Given a change of major and the fact that I was backed into a corner, I made 'Dant's list the following semester and eventually graduated.
Yeah, especially since VAdm Ryan 'owed' him from 'back in the day'. Earlier in said semester, when I knew I was having trouble, but not really grasping that I was going to get a 0.58 semester GPA, Assassin was the guest of honor at our birthday ball. He definitely remembered me from me being his driver at Pendleton, and we had a mostly one-sided conversation about me doing better when I mentioned that I was trying to keep my head above water. Later, after another mostly one-sided conversation with the Sup, 'Dant, Senior Marine, and various other >O-5 personnel (aka: Academic Board), the Sup explained what had happened. He informed me that I had a second chance, thanks to a certain Marine, and I had better not f*ck up, because that would displease him and the General greatly. (Adm Ryan was one of the nicest person that I have ever met, but he definitely had his angry eyes on that day.) This sentiment was repeated, albeit in even more colorful language, in a letter from the General about a week later. Given a change of major and the fact that I was backed into a corner, I made 'Dant's list the following semester and eventually graduated.