I’ve not been at all worried about this exam up until about, oh, two hours ago. I’m prepared; I don’t know why I’m worried. Maybe something to do with the thousands of pages of material, all of which is fair game, and which I cannot possibly hope to contain in my feeble little brain.
Good pilots deal well with stress. Do I deal well with stress? I don’t know. I’d like to think I do, but the truth is, I don’t think I generally recognize stress, until I’ve been affected for some time. I realized I must be stressed when after reading Jonah’s last post, I wanted to cry. That seems a bit excessive, though she did say she was trying to make it sad.
The nice thing about my exam being scheduled at noon tomorrow is that I don’t have to stay awake all night worrying that if I stay awake I won’t sleep.
It was hot in Phoenix today. High of 90°, with more of the same tomorrow. I guess it’s summer here already. It was nice in the Springs too–I drove to the airport with the top down, and thoroughly enjoyed it. It’s funny, every spring I morn the loss of the winter. I thought perhaps that living in Colorado would cure me of that, but not so far, it’s just made it worse, realizing that all the best snow is gone until October.
In case anyone is interested, it’s permissible to land my aircraft in 0.88 inches of slush. I really would like to know what goes through the minds of the folks who write this stuff.