clumpinglitter (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} clumpinglitter) wrote,@ 2006-12-26 17:22:00 |
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Student and I get to the skool ridiculously early, but I hate last minute rushing around. She does the flight planning for the xc, and I do the remaining paperwork and endorsements. Nobody got pissy with me about leaving the 172 out all weekend. There are some comments about getting more shovels, but duh -- shovels don't help with an inch of glare ice. Not to mention, it's a pain in the ass to have to shovel when you're on the clock for a flight lesson. The avionics shop lets us use their hangar to warm up the airplane. Super nice.
The two people who were supposed to fly the 172 before us cancelled, so we have as much time as we want to do the performance numbers and such. Student has to figure the groundspeed estimates again, because she used the surface winds. Nerves, I suppose. We stuff everything into the airplane and go. It's going to be clear and calm for the checkride. On the way, we review a couple of last minute things, but there isn't much. We get there, and it turns out that Student has DE Bill Jr. instead of DE Bill Sr. This is fine, and I tag along to sit in on the oral so I can add to my gouge. There isn't anything unexpected during the oral. It takes about an hour and a half.
Student goes out to preflight, and DE Bill Jr. and I chat for a bit inside. It's been a little nerve-wracking so far, but after they leave, it gets worse. There's nothing I can do, obviously, but not even being able to know what's going on is no fun at all. I'm sure Student will do fine, but this is seriously as stressful as doing a checkride myself. There isn't anything to do here, and I don't feel like reading anything I brought along. I talk with an instructor for a while. There's the usual questions about how much time I have, what I want to fly, and so on. He does sport pilot instruction. The time requirements are absurdly low.
After an hour and a half of pacing, being bored, and wondering what's going on, Student and DE Bill Jr. get back. She's easily passed, although DE Bill Jr. predictably has some criticism about her emergency landing simulation. They do some paperwork, and we get the hell out of there after taking a couple of pictures. After all that, I don't have any sense of accomplishment or anything -- just some mild relief that DE Bill Jr. didn't tell me that I'd done something absurdly wrong or negligent. Former Student is wiped out and super happy. I'm very happy for her, but I realize that I have to figure out a way to manage the stress or I'm going to end up with an ulcer.
It's such a different mood flying back -- I tell Former Student that I can help out now. Finally, I can just go ahead and get the ATIS nice and early and do the normal sharing of c*ckpit duties that two pilots end up doing in a little airplane. Former Student recites what happened on the flight.
Student and I get to the skool ridiculously early, but I hate last minute rushing around. She does the flight planning for the xc, and I do the remaining paperwork and endorsements. Nobody got pissy with me about leaving the 172 out all weekend. There are some comments about getting more shovels, but duh -- shovels don't help with an inch of glare ice. Not to mention, it's a pain in the ass to have to shovel when you're on the clock for a flight lesson. The avionics shop lets us use their hangar to warm up the airplane. Super nice.
The two people who were supposed to fly the 172 before us cancelled, so we have as much time as we want to do the performance numbers and such. Student has to figure the groundspeed estimates again, because she used the surface winds. Nerves, I suppose. We stuff everything into the airplane and go. It's going to be clear and calm for the checkride. On the way, we review a couple of last minute things, but there isn't much. We get there, and it turns out that Student has DE Bill Jr. instead of DE Bill Sr. This is fine, and I tag along to sit in on the oral so I can add to my gouge. There isn't anything unexpected during the oral. It takes about an hour and a half.
Student goes out to preflight, and DE Bill Jr. and I chat for a bit inside. It's been a little nerve-wracking so far, but after they leave, it gets worse. There's nothing I can do, obviously, but not even being able to know what's going on is no fun at all. I'm sure Student will do fine, but this is seriously as stressful as doing a checkride myself. There isn't anything to do here, and I don't feel like reading anything I brought along. I talk with an instructor for a while. There's the usual questions about how much time I have, what I want to fly, and so on. He does sport pilot instruction. The time requirements are absurdly low.
After an hour and a half of pacing, being bored, and wondering what's going on, Student and DE Bill Jr. get back. She's easily passed, although DE Bill Jr. predictably has some criticism about her emergency landing simulation. They do some paperwork, and we get the hell out of there after taking a couple of pictures. After all that, I don't have any sense of accomplishment or anything -- just some mild relief that DE Bill Jr. didn't tell me that I'd done something absurdly wrong or negligent. Former Student is wiped out and super happy. I'm very happy for her, but I realize that I have to figure out a way to manage the stress or I'm going to end up with an ulcer.
It's such a different mood flying back -- I tell Former Student that I can help out now. Finally, I can just go ahead and get the ATIS nice and early and do the normal sharing of c*ckpit duties that two pilots end up doing in a little airplane. Former Student recites what happened on the flight.
