It got chilly out didn't it? At least here in the northeast and part of the east coast it did. With this change to coats and jackets in the morning comes another change...math. Yes the awful, dreadful math is back for my sailor in the next phase of his schooling. Mechanical Equipment I think its called, I know he told me before but the correct terms escape me right now. Anyway, we're back to biting our nails to see how well he does on his tests. Math is not his friend. When the math portion of Basic Machinery was over he had this in the bag. Excellent test scores, voluntary study time, it was great. I'm anxious to see how his first test will pan out. When he calls me at night he goes over some of the equations he has to learn and my mind just explodes. The last couple nights we have been on the phone for over an hour, just to give you an idea of how much material he has to cover. Anthony took a physics class at our county college the semester before he left. Let's just say he wishes he would have payed more attention. He wound up failing the class.
Anthony has always been special. I don't mean that kind of special, I mean he is very different from others. When the math was over in Basic Machinery the other sailors felt a little lost. Most of them are good at math and were leery of learning all the mechanical mechanisms. Anthony, on the other hand, was ecstatic that he got to learn about all the machinery and parts and such. Ok, maybe not ecstatic, but more excited to see that subject than math.This is something he had a decent grip on before he left, at least in the domestic sense. He knows car motors, assemblies and motorcycles pretty much inside and out. He could have made a living as a mechanic if he wanted to. He still might when he gets out of the Navy, but I'm sure he has something bigger in mind.
Another thing that has changed has come as a surprise to me. I noticed that lately I haven't been crying as much when think about Anthony. I hadn't realized it until just recently. I can sit and think about when he was home and I won't get teary eyed or upset. I think there's a couple reasons for this. One, I'm so preoccupied with college work I don't have much room to think about anything else. Two, I've actually come to grips with the situation and have accepted that Anthony isn't home. Three, because I get to talk to him everyday, unlike bootcamp where I got a call from him maybe 3 times over the 3 month period. Or four, because I'm taking a trip to see him next weekend. It's a relief that I'm not so emotionally unstable anymore. Though it does make me think, do I not miss him as much? Should I still be upset? I like not being upset but it does make me wonder.
Yes, you read correctly! I'm taking a weekend trip to Goose Creek to see Anthony! Next weekend! It'll be here so fast and over just as quick. I'm so very excited! His mother and I will be taking turns driving all 661 miles from south Jersey. I'll have much to post when I get back, and definitely some pictures! See you then!
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