Well, week one came to an end, and I was able to get threw it barely killing myself and my FTI. The week started with riding around with my FTI just standing by and just watching. I felt stupid and totally out of my league. But near the end of the week I took more reports and I felt like things were going good. That is to say that I didn't feel like a fish out of water. As my FTI said,"I know that you don't know what your doing out here but that's ok." I have to say that I feel good with my FTI. I know that he will get on me if I get into trouble but he will only do that to help me out. I was worried that I would get someone with the older disposition of thinking that anyone in Detentions had to prove themselves before they could be trained.
I feel that I can be allowed to grow and learn from this FTI. I know that I will make mistakes. I was given a bag of evidence collection bags by my FTI but I left them on my car. I was so tired that I drove off before getting the bag. I am pretty sure that the bag was left in the parking lot. I know what I have to do is that I will have to replace it on my own. I messed up a traffic stop by not calling it out correctly. I didn't put the spot light on the car when I was supposed too. I didn't get all the information that I could from a witness. I nearly killed us in the car driving to a call when I went through an intersection and merged to soon on to the highway. And so on and so forth. I feel like putting all the mistakes on this entry will help me get them out. The biggest thing that can kill me in this process is that I will take my mistakes to heart and not move past them. I can do this and I know that I will get more comfortable with being on the road as time goes by. I think about how much time I have to go and it seems like a lot but it is really not that much time. Before I know it I will be done and moving out on my own. I will continue to pray that God gives me the peace I need.
