who passed his Hunter's Safety Class/Test today on the first try. Given that they boy is a straight-A student and all, I shouldn't have been surprised, but the circumstances pretty much sucked and by all accounts, he shouldn't have been so successful. Sadly.
Long story short? Dylan and John have been struggling just a bit over the last few months. Some combination of Dylan's age/John being really busy and stressed/different personalities/just life, I guess. Anyway . . . Dylan asked if he could take Hunter's Safety with my Mom's SO, Les. And I said yes, without talking to my husband (who wasn't able to do the class because of his schedule and probably would have never said "yes" to Dylan doing it with someone else). Bad course of action set upon by me.
Thus began the last two months of struggle. Over this stupid freakin' Hunter's Safety course. It wasn't the best situation.
And Dylan felt caught in the middle. Between John and I. Between my Mom's SO and John. Between wanting to do this and wanting it all to go away.
So he did exactly what I would have done . . . he retreated. He didn't study as much as he should have. He didn't complete the workbook he was required to do . . . heck, he didn't even tell us about the workbook! He didn't go to the cabin with my Mom and Les last weekend. He avoided. With a capital A. And then he stressed. And stressed. And stressed some more.
We found out, LAST NIGHT at 6:30 pm about the workbook needing to be complete. All 71 pages of it. I was ready to pull the plug, right then and there. It wasn't worth it to me. But Dylan and Les persevered. Dylan was terrified that he would disappoint someone. So they stayed up until 12:30 finishing the workbook. Then it took Dylan another two horus to get to sleep.
The class/test started at 8:00 am.
Although Dylan is one seriously smart kid? I didn't think he had a to chance to overcome the circumstance.
But he did. He did fabulously! Way to go, Dylan!
(Even if he did completely trick me and originally tell me that he had failed. Which I believed and felt so freakin' bad for him. Booger!)
