Thursday night. 1o:04pm, I should
be sleeping, but thought I'd drop a quick lil note here before bed. Let me just start by saying......WOW! Flight training is a LOT of work. I didn't expect it to be easy, but let me tell ya; if this wasn't something you loved doin, right about now would be the point a person would have to start lining up a new job. Those that I've talked to will remember my beautiful lacadaisical schedule from a couple weeks ago. Wake up 9ish, call in to let 'em know I'm alive and congratulations, you're done for the day. Hah. This is a sample of my schedule for the last two weeks. Sunday through Friday.
0515 - Wake up
0700 - First class on (Aircraft systems, course rules (airspace stuff), etc.)
0930 - Second class for the morning
1100 - 1300 - Studying for a today's sim ride / test
...a word about sim rides. The Navy employs roughly 40ish McDonald Douglas (I think...or Raytheon, something like that) civilian contractors. Almost all are retired pilots with many years experience. They know their stuff. So we have a syllabus. Each sim ride has specific procedures we need to know COLD. You screw up, make a fool of yourself and it's bad news. So anyway, back to the schedule.
1300 - 1430 - Sim ride for the day
1430 - 1700ish - Back in the sims with a buddy learning the new procedures for tomorrow's
1700ish - bed - Food, blogging, and of course...more studying. Then wakin up and doin the same thing all over again.
This is pretty accurate. No exaggeration or anything. I could probably get away with fewer hours, but not if I want to place highly in my class. Hmm...tryin to think if there's anything else interesting. This won't be my schedule for the entire time I'm here. It will change once I get into the air to a certain degree. Flights will replace sims, but the word is they only come 3 or 4 a week. I better throw a picture or two in here so it's not all blah text. Talk to ya later.
P.S. I couldn't find any other interesting pictures, so I figure'd I'd put this one up as a Public Service Announcement. This, boys and girls, is my friend Derrick. I know...he looks dumb, but that's the point. Derrick, by conventional standards is a very intelligent young man. He has a bachelors degree in mechanical engineering, and performed well enough in
air force pilot training to earn a spot flying F-16's - one of the most coveted planes out there. I've gone through the trouble of establishing his bona fides simply to provide a little context for the stupid look on his face and the torrent of blood flowing from that nasty gash on his head. Our hero was "walking" into his apartment after an evening out on the town in beautiful Del Rio, TX (I think). Derrick being a big guy, bout 6' 5", his girlfriend apparently thought it would be a good plan to run up behind him, leap into the air and get to enjoying a non-consensual piggy-back ride. As I'm sure you've already guessed, Derrick went *timber*...right onto the sidewalk. Under normal circumstances, I'm sure he'd be more upset than he appears in this picture, but...well, you know...he was in a *cheerful* mood. So, I guess this was supposed to be a public service announcement, wasn't it. Hmm, well. I think it's clear that the lesson to be learned here is don't let people run and jump on your back when you're not prepared for it. A noteworthy lesson for us all.