An Old Email from Me to a Friend

Subj: flying
Date: 9/5/99 5:28:15 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: X

To: Y

My day Friday started off weirdly. I'd had disturbing dreams, and woke up disoriented. I'd been so wound up with the great lessons the last weekend, I was overwound. the lesson was hard, and I didn't feel like I was on top of it, and ended up feeling like a real looser, and depressed. I was also really hot, and nauseous, and thirsty and hungry. I decided to dress lightly for my next lesson. I looked in the calendar and saw a space on Sunday morning so I grabbed it. Saturday I was out of sorts, but looking forward to a chance to try again.
Sunday I had a slow time getting a hang of the plane. There was a breeze, and the plane handles differently for the wind. the instructor talks a lot, and it is difficult for me to listen, translate into action and act as quickly as necessary, so it was getting frustrating. Finally something clicked, he went over the order of maneuvers, and the need for consistency, which I had been letting slide trying to get everything at once (seemingly impossible!). the next four times around (I'd been flying around the airport for takeoffs and landings) he got quieter and quieter, saying less and less and letting me just fly the plane. It helped, and I got a sense of what I was doing, and felt in command.
So he pulled over and got out and I flew the pattern landing and starting again three times. Yes, I finally soloed!!!!!!!!!!!!! And did really well, if I may say so myself. I felt totally in control and handled it all with efficiency. So now I get to fly some more. Yeah!
We're (Bill & I) are going out to dinner to celebrate. Japanese, my favourite.