Captains Class Part II

A week in The Coast Guard Six Pack class was enough to remind why I never really liked school. School was never this bad but there are similarities. For seven days I spent 8 hours in class and then was supposed to go home and study. The last two days I took a test at the end of the day over the material we just covered.

I still don’t like school.

While I enjoy learning the idea of a test never appealed to me. I failed the last test in this course and will have to go back and take it again. While I have several valid excuses for my failure the bottom line is I vapor locked on this baby; read the first question and my brain totally shut down.

I still don’t like school.

What I did learn this weekend is I don’t do to well under pressure. Pressure tends to make me act like a cat trapped in a room full of German Shepherds. In my mind I’m bouncing off the walls and never seem to get anywhere. There is always this set of huge set of white teeth about to take my head off and that just doesn’t inspire me to a great performance.

Last night I watched a documentary, (If a documentary can be about a baseball game) about Kirk Gibson’s homerun that beat the A’s in the first game of the World Series. Gibson had two bum knees that were so bad he couldn’t walk out to be announced at the beginning of the game. He sat on the bench for 8 innings and then decided he could pinch hit. He warmed up and in the ninth inning decided he’d go out and do something great. Sure enough he wound up with a three, two count and hit the next pitch out of the park. Here’s a guy who loves pressure.

I wish I were like that but I’m not.

I still don’t like school.

I’m glad God’s not giving test.