After The Landing

During the last week, I've really found out a lot about how I react in a crisis. Several parts of this are not too surprising -- while I have a tendency to freak out about minor things (I CAN'T FIND MY KEYS!! AAAAARGHHH!!!!), when there is a true crisis, I tend to get very calm and methodical. I've noticed this a few times, and I'm really happy that I've consistently reacted this way in extreme situations.

The tradeoff is that I then wind up spending days, or even weeks, afterwards trying to process what happened. So that's where I am right now. Again, not surprising. I've spent a lot of time studying this week, and I'm really eager to fly again (tomorrow morning! ..in a different plane!). I'm excited to solo, I'm actually less nervous about tower communications because I was able to see in this situation that ATC are just people, too.

Some of the more bizarre reactions: I want to buy a plane. It's not that I think the planes are not well maintained or anything; I'm sure they are and I totally trust that. I think it's just to feel like I can get to know one plane really well. This is of course not going to happen for a few years. I think the other really strange reaction is that there was a part of me that really enjoyed the experience. I don't think I have a death wish or anything, it's just that I'm so into problem solving, and to some extent I'm extremely bored with any of the problems I encounter on a daily basis. I know that's pretty twisted, but what can I do? It's just what I feel. Bring on the crisis, I want to have to figure my way out of it.

More tomorrow!