Stick 'em up!

Mkay... I was going dive into a rather detailed explanation about my latest class, but ... this new blogger setup is weird. I think Google is just trying redo everything. But that's okay, cuz they're awesome. 

Anyway.

What was I going to say? Hmm. That's right.

I am taking a firearms class. As in, bang you're dead. The online course guide thingy said that I would spend the first eight weeks going over gun laws and correct handling procedures and the last eight weeks on the shooting range practicing. I just found out that this is not the case. Starting next week I will be expected to shoot an actual gun... Me. With a gun. A real gun. That has ammo.

I am in the process of having a small mental breakdown. I have never even touched a gun (not including airsoft guns and paintball guns) before in my life. And in exactly seven days I am supposed to be able to shoot one without causing undo bodily harm to myself and my classmates. Apparently my teacher is expecting a miracle.

Of course the only people allowed to take the class are criminal justice majors. So maybe he just expects us all to want to shoot a gun. Quite honestly I do not want to ever touch a gun, but if I am going to be working anywhere in the criminal justice system I will need to be proficient.