For the record, it was not the military academy, the one located over the Hudson River outside New York City, but it was a military academy. As this is a work of fiction, it matters not which one it was, but if there are other graduates of this institution, they might recognize the location based on some of the incidents. Not trouble with my studies which were going well, nor trouble settling in and making friends. My trouble was purely financial, I was spending money on textbooks and food at a rate that could not continue for long, I had to get a part time job I was speaking to a gay friend, Mark about the possibility of getting a barman's job but he wasn't hopeful.
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