Rubber guns

When you are a police academy recruit, they don’t just turn “sidearms” over to you when you are practicing being a cop. They will allow you to practice shooting with a real gun at the firing range, but that is about it. The rest of the time, you are given a little red rubber gun that is really an actual mold of such weapon.

BB had “night problems” in which his academy deployed to a local university campus and had to act out scenarios put on by neighborhood police departments and the academy. The guys were able to drive cruisers (at speeds much too exhilirating) and pretend to chase down the bad guys and so forth. The university that this all took place at just happened to be the one BB had graduated from and the one I was attending during the time BB spent in the academy. Lucky for me, I knew too much! BB had been illegally living in my dorm room with me and I knew his schedule like the back of my hand. So, the nights he had night problems sucked because it was after a long day doing the regular academy stuff, ran into our time together and was just a pain in general. Anyhoot…

On the evening of night problems after BB had left, I decided to go and chase them down via my trusty bicycle. The guys were broken down into groups but lucky me, I came across his group first. I stayed just far enough away and hid inside one of the college buildings so I could keep my eye on him and see what was up. It was sort of fun being all secretive. He never knew that I had planned that and never saw me there that night. I was only able to watch for a bit because the darkness was coming in and it would probably have been too dangerous for my bike to be out and about in the southerly, less traffic-ed areas of campus.

I digress.

The little red gun, right? Well an obvious requirement of recruits is to be able to shoot a gun fairly accurately.  In order to account for such things, they had different firing range levels that they had to pass. They shot at this black and white picture of a guy that was taped up to a target opposite of where they were standing. BB had no problem with most of his shooting. Then he encountered a range that gave him troubles. He tried that first day, was given multiple chances and couldn’t pass. The stress set in. The next opportunity they gave him, same thing except he knew that if he could not pass the next time, he was pretty much done in the academy. Talk about pressure, right?

The eve of the last time he went to shoot, he slept with the little red rubber gun. He said that all during his high school football playing years, he would sleep cradling the football and it seemed to do the trick for the next day’s game. I just went with that… how can you argue with such logic, right?

Not sure what the circumstances were that day but I was back at home and he was still in the city where the academy was for the day. I remember waiting to hear from him because I was SO nervous that he wouldn’t pass. The implications of that day were ridiculous. If he failed, he would fail the academy and not be able to pursue the profession he had dreamed about since he was 16. If he passed, it would be the next step to something great happening in his professional life and the key to opening the door to our future together.

I remember being in the kitchen doing something and was sure I heard a car in the driveway. I ran to the front door and there he was in his little academy get-up SMILING! The hug that followed, the relief and the excitement still bring tears to my eyes. I felt so happy for him. It was amazing. 

The rest of the academy went along swimmingly. He studied, he succeeded as he did at almost everything he attempted or put his mind to. He graduated from the police academy in April of 2000.

It was a very happy day.