S: Super Cadet

So I guess I must be used to this rough new sleeping/waking/commuting/working schedule, or it might just be that I'm a little fascinated by watching myself go through it, not unlike when I had that horrible plasma-selling experience last year. Now we are leaving the house at the painful hour of 7am since S was 90 seconds late last Friday due to the most bullshit traffic I've seen in a long time and the whole class had to do pushups because of him. I tried to reassure him that there will be plenty more pushups to be done thanks to the future transgressions of his other classmates, but he was not to be consoled. Anyway! They had their first test yesterday and S made a (drum roll, rim shot, kazoo blast) 95, yayyyy!!! I helped him study all weekend and I was not worried about him, he sure seemed to know the stuff and it was fun for me to review it. He says there were about 8 of his classmates that failed the test and that horrified me b/c this particular test covered some of the easiest subjects of all. I told him those classmates of his are in serious trouble and I don't even want to think about what will happen when they take the test on the highly detailed Texas Penal Code, should they even survive the academy that long. That particular test kicked my class's ass and I was only one of 3 that did not fail it!

Also, according to S they ran 5 miles yesterday. I said that I would have literally died and I hated guys like him that could do push-ups and run effortlessly. Thank God and Stevie Wonder in my academy we only had to do our paltry little mile, mile and a half. Sometimes the only thing that kept me from blubbering my pitiful little sissy girl tears at PT time was knowing that I blew those big muscle guys out of the water academically and on the gun range!

But apparently, I need to be a more aggressive po-lice driver. This past weekend I went out on Saturday patrol with my Sgt. and he actually let me drive for the first time, ever. But he said that I need to drive with more authority in order to show the public that I am a presence, or something of that nature. I said that I hated to drive fast and he gave me, in S's words, a "jacked-up expression." Well, I do hate to drive fast! It wastes gas! So somehow I am going to have to turn off my ingrained civilian driving habits on those 2 days/month if/when I actually get to get behind the wheel of a police car.

This past Sunday was glorious and more days should be like it. We slept in, then went to eat at La Mad. We went home and lazily watched more Heroes. We studied, I made a delicious parmesan-crusted chicken dinner (I actually had to do an encore last night at S's request!), we lounged around the house. We were supposed to go to a toity reception at a luxury downtown hotel in the afternoon for my retiring ex-college conductor, but I absolutely couldn't peel myself off the couch and put on any fancy clothes. I regret that I missed seeing him, but these days I can only do so much and I firmly believe that one aspect of good mental health is knowing your limitations and accepting them.