One thing I've learned is that a Cessna product can take a whole lot more abuse than my back can. I dread waking up tomorrow, knowing that after that first bad landing, I've got to say, "alright... let's try that again." Repeat about six times and you've experienced an hour of dual given.
It does have its moments though, like after five botched attempts, a student finally nails a maneuver. They look over at you and say nonchalantly, "Oh... now I get it." and I earned my money this hour by teaching, not by lifesaving.
Imagine my chagrin when I learned that teaching isn't as easy as most people, myself especially included, think. It kind of makes me want to go back to high school and apologize to half-a-dozen teachers. Not that I treated them poorly, or with any disrespect, but in my mind I couldn't respect them, and now I understand all to well what they go through on a daily basis. I have a bit of an advantage by only having one student to instruct at a time. I have a disadvantage in the fact that my classroom is suspended by an invisible force several thousand feet in the air and travelling at speeds that would be lethal should the aforementioned force be misused, abused, or dismissed altogether. Give me a class of thirty apathetic high school students and I would probably be jaded too...
I didn't get to see the VEEP debate tonight, I was out and about eastern Oklahoma. Did Cheyney eat him for breakfast? Did Cheyney just reach over and give him a noogie at any point? I'm going to bed, I want a college degree and a real job soon.
Needing a milkshake and a sax player,
Jeff C.
