Showing posts with label camp snoopy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label camp snoopy. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Reprimands, Holes, and Other Embarrassing Circumstances

Today JT was reprimanded because he was told he needed to laminate something and didn't. When he showed up with this not done the instructor asked him if he thought he could do it in his own sweet time. JT gave him a "Sir no sir!" and answered similarly when the instructor kept poking at him about it. But it wasn't long before the instructor moved on to other guys who were less concise in their replies. Sometimes the guys try to explain their reasons or justifications for their mess-ups--but JT understands that the instructors are not interested in why you didn't do what you were supposed to. They just want you to do better the next time.

As I was ironing JT's pants tonight I noticed a huge gaping hole in the seam where my mother took them in earlier this week. I'm surprised JT didn't notice it. I don't have a sewing machine, but I couldn't just send him to class like that tomorrow. So I found a needle and thread and stitched it up best I could. It looks like crap. But it's better than having a hole so big you can see his underwear through it.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Camp Snoopy




So this week is the week known as "Camp Snoopy" to the academy recruits. But so far, things have been pretty calm. JT's first day was relatively uneventful, with the emphasis being mostly on structured, in-class learning.

His firearms instructor is fairly laid back, and insists that the recruits don't need to go through the formalities because they slow everything down. Normally, if a recruit has a question in class, he has to stand, stare at a space in front of him, say "Sir" and introduce himself. Then he can pose his question and top it with a final "Sir." But this is time-consuming and some instructors prefer to focus on the learning objectives.

The recruits also spent some time in PT with their fitness coach. She told them that they had five minutes to do as many push-ups and sit-ups as they can. JT actually had the lowest number of push-ups of the class: 75. But he felt okay with that. The coach had said that recruits who do less than 50 tend to struggle with the academy. With 25 over that, he's doing OK.

He told me today that he doesn't care if he's not the most athletic in the class. As long as he gets through all the exercises and doesn't draw attention to himself he is fine. But the goal that is closest to his heart is to be the top of his class academically. He is driven to score the highest on the tests and to be the best at memorizing commands and such.

Some officers from his department happened to be practicing at the shooting range nearby today. They saw the name I stenciled on JT's shirt and pants last night, and called to him. They asked him if he's going to pass academy.

"Sir, yes sir!" JT said, smiling.

"You'd better!" they said. "Because it's just day one. And we've got people watching you. Understand? We're watching you."

(Then, according to JT, they waited until they had put some distance between themselves and him before breaking out into a chuckle.)

It's a relief and a blessing to hear how friendly everyone at JT's new police department is. Many police departments hold their rookies at arm's length, letting them know they are not full members of their team. Not JT's department. Perhaps because they are so small, they seem like they've all been informed there's a new recruit and they're curious about him. Like Harry Potter, everyone already knows his name.

JT's anxiety is, according to him, getting a bit better. He's been meditating and this is helping some. I thought it might; it's all in the mind. A big thank you to the other wives who have written me with support and advice for dealing with this. At the moment, he is improving.

Disneyland


I'm exhausted. JY woke up twice last night. Not a usual occurrence for her. Took her a long time to calm down. And this morning I had to get up at 5 to help JT get out the door in time for his first day of the actual, real academy. For JT, today is the first day of "Camp Snoopy," because the recruits will be running around like crazy, confused kids and getting reprimands from every direction. More on that in my next post.

Whenever I need to go to a "happy place" in my mind, I will go to Disneyland. I got to go there this weekend with one of my girl friends. We had such a lovely time. My mom watched the baby for me while she also finished altering JT's uniform. I got to go on rides, buy cute Disney things for the baby, eat yummy food, and enjoy some grownup intellectual conversation with my friend while waiting in lines. It was great to spend some time with her (last time I saw her was 2 years ago!) but it was especially great to get a day for me. A day where I didn't have any chores to do or schoolwork to worry about or meals to cook or crying baby forcing me to drop everything else. It was a day to enjoy being an adult pretending to be a kid. :)

And it's gonna have to last me a little while.