Sam is bored with CIT class. The binder of material they're learning in a week's 40hr course is choc-full of information and it doesn't seem to me that a week is enough to learn it and retain it all. Paging through some of the first sections got me nostalgic about the psychology classes I had taken throughout college. 4years and I can't retain all of it. It is pretty obvious he doesn't want to sit through any more of the class but he really does want that pin to wear on his uniform at the end. Ah the simple things that make him happy.
He didn't delve into it much, but I'll drag it out of him more on Thursday, but he commented on making a career change. He's thinking about becoming a corrections officer, because they get paid more and he won't be shot at. I had a horrible thought. It doesn't matter if he's working in a jail or prison or on the street, he could still be shot at. I shouldn't think those kinds of things but isn't it just reality? Any inmate could turn on him and take his gun. If not shot he could be stabbed with a shiv or pencil. Ugh, I don't want to think of these things but in truth I would rather him be on the road instead of the jails. I don't know why. Is this a rational way to think about this?
Regardless, I want him to have my support because I love him and I know he loves what he does as a police officer. In the same breath, I want him to know my concerns, my fears, my worries. I want him to be happy but safe overall.
I can only wait and see what Thursday will bring.
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