At Least Valentine's Day Was Nice

         Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Better late than never! Those are the lovely flowers I got from my sailor for V-day. Just a little proof that even in these tough times we can still share some happiness with each other. I sent him one of his favorite cars in HotWheels version with a card I made for him. I was lucky enough to get to watch him open it; even though it was late in the evening he skyped me for the occasion. He looked particularly cute in his fresh hair cut, but I still miss his long pre-Navy hair. Although he may have had a manageable week, yesterday things went haywire again. He's now failing one of his courses in Power School. While this is disappointing it is also almost expected. I could tell that this wasn't going to go well considering his mood lately. The "teaching" methods there aren't compatible with Anthony's learning system. There is no doubt that he can understand the material if it is comprehensibly taught. Apparently that is not happening here. If he can graduate third in his A School class, you would think that he would at least pass his classes now. Since I am not there going through the system I can't give you a first hand account, or an accurate one for that matter. 
          It just seems like nothing down there is aligning for my sailor boy. He went a little nutty when he found out he is failing, too. He was talking crazy for the better part of Friday. He talked to me, his parents, his brother, and I'm guessing some of his friends. That's a record for conversations in one day. You could tell he needed some love and support, but sometimes its hard to give it when he is so negative. All I could muster was "stop it!". I feel bad now, but that's all I could say for few responses. I'm at my wits end. I love that he is comfortable with leaning on me when he needs support. I wouldn't want it any other way, I just wish it were easier to hold him up. He shoots down anything you may say to make him feel better. He always has an answer for everything. He hasn't been gone for a year yet and I'm having trouble. I can only pray that things will get better come March; by that time Anthony will know whether or not he flunked out of the Nuke program. I hope to God that things get better either way.