Airman Leadership School (and how I survived)

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First off, this post isn’t about me- but it does concern me. Adam has recently graduated from Airman Leadership School (ALS)!! This means that he is now a Staff Sergeant and is allowed more freedom to be in charge. That’s kind of an oxymoron though, isn’t it? The freedom to be in charge.

For the past six weeks, Monday to Friday, 7a-4p, Adam has been in a classroom setting learning how to be a leader. I won’t go into all the details (partially because I don’t know the details, but also because it’s not relevant), but it was a lot of homework, reading, writing, and listening to lectures. Granted, there was a class clown as well as a brown noser, but the entirety of that didn’t matter. What mattered is that it put a strain on our relationship… we got through it though, stronger than ever.

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Low quality photo; high quality husband

You see, Adam doesn’t like going to school. Never has. Hated high school, didn’t like college, and certainly didn’t like having to attend a class every day with a bunch of people that he didn’t necessarily know all that well. We (Adam and I) ended up having a lot of little arguments about things that are so petty. Him coming home grouchy after a long day, but me being grouchy because of this or that. It was a lot of work for both of us to keep our sanity. I feel like for as much homework that he had from the school, I had an equal amount of home work to keep us both happy. There were a lot of things that I kept my mouth shut about. But the biggest thing for me was to keep my ears open. He griped and moaned A LOT about being in school, the “idiots” he had to go to school with, and the instructors getting after him for his cussing (which I don’t really blame them for; he cusses like a sailor). I had my patience tested while his own was being stretched.

Being a wife is a lot more than just having a ring on your finger. It’s about being able to listen when you don’t want to hear, holding their hand when they try to run away, giving comfort when they don’t want to feel anything anymore. ALS was a strain for both of us in finding our comfort zone, learning to apologize, and working our way around a hectic schedule. I wouldn’t have traded it though!

I am SOOOOOO proud of my husband for all the hard work he put in to earn that extra stripe and certificate. He’s not ready to go back to work, but we’re both ready for him to be done with school. Welcome home Staff Sergeant Adam!

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