Boo fucking hoo.....you're going to get called a LOT worse names once you're actually on the job compared to the academy, and the academy staff CAN'T kill you. Not so much on the street.
The first week of my basic training, the drill sergeants were being really nice at breakfast one day, encouraging everyone to have seconds of the scrambled eggs and greasy bacon/sausage. I knew better, having gone to a military high school, so I was one of the few who wasn't projectile-vomiting during the subsequent 5-mile double-time march with full packs, boots, helmets, and weapons immediately after breakfast.
Amazingly, I didn't die or suffer PTSD as a result. I actually thought it was pretty funny.