November 23rd
I was able to turn in my first multiple choice exam - and received a 91%! I know it should have been 100%, I mean, it was open book and all. I just missed a couple of concepts.
Well, it was still cold, but we met at noon, and by then most of the ice was off the Archer. We were going to fly! Whoohoo.
Today was going to be a review - slow flight, stalls, steep turns, and then touch and goes. Because the last three times I had seen my instructor had been on the ground - today was a bit difficult. It really DOES make a difference to make sure you have lessons as often as possible. Things stay fresh in your mind.
Preflight. Today the Archer needed a quart of oil, and it was my job to put it in. Ryan said there was a funnel in the back of the plane, in the storage box in the baggage compartment. So in future, a funnel consists of another old plastic oil quart, cut in half, then attached to something that looks like one of those old McDonald's Popoids happy meal toys. You then put this popoid and half bottle into the spout where the dipstick is attached (taking out the dipstick first of course) and then pour in said needed quart of oil. This works well, except, don't cut your finger on the access door on the cowling in the process. (Actually, whoever thought up reusing an old quart as a funnel came up with a pretty darn good idea.)
SAFETY, checklists, and then the engine doesn't turn over. Ryan has to go out and attack the starter with a bit of WD-40, and finally we're ready to roll. We taxied, performed the run-up, and took off. Today was one of those rare days that we were able to take off to the west - from 28R. Maybe it's not so rare, but I don't get to do it that much.
Well, things were going smoothly until my steep turns. I got a little anxious and couldn't perform them correctly. It seems when I get anxious, I get behind the ball, and I can't catch back up. The rest of the flight lesson is pretty much shot for that day. All of a sudden it seems like I have too much to do, and I fumble around figuring out how to put it all back in order again.
So of course anxious steep turns begets botched engine out emergency procedure training, which begets disoriented touch and goes in Nampa.
One GOOD thing came out of this, I figured out how to self announce on Nampa's
CTAF.
At the end, when we were landing back in Boise, Ryan decides to try a sort of "test" with me. He manages the throttle, tells me I'm managing the yoke, and the idea is to keep afloat as long as possible before touching down. "Don't touch! Don't touch! Don't TOUCH!"
And here Heather manages to oscillate up and down and up and down until about halfway down the runway when she touches down because she went back UP too hard.
GAH. I thought this whole learning to fly thing was going to be easier for me. Any one out there got any meditation or thinking-straight tips for when I get behind the ball? Maybe a little Rob Schneider:
"You can do it!"

Uh huh.
Ryan says next time is ground on Chapter 6 in the book, and then maybe some more touch and go practice. I'm not sure when my next lesson will be, but I assume it'll be the week of the 26th through the 30th.