So, another week of life has passed… Guess what? I’ve been visiting the ground school quite often!
As we get slightly deeper in the various subjects, I have been thinking about pioneers.
Becoming a pilot was much easier for them, a bit of knowledge about stars and general navigation, a bit of engineering to build their own plane, and this was basically everything.
10 minutes after finishing their model they were rolling down a raw runway surrounded by lots of exciting people and, eventually, they could be considered pilot if still alive after landing.
Basically our beloved ATPL, once again, it’s a bag full of useless knowledge that could be enough to flirt with girls/boys/neutral in any bar, but won’t be necessary to fly your plane that much.
For example… Do you have to know the lift’s formula to fly? No, you just hope that whoever built the aircraft knew it. As long as you accelerate and you take-off your wings are supposed to generate enough lift. Right?
But hey… the right atmosphere and “halfRhoVsquared” with a deep tone of voice.
And what about the vertical speed indicator? To fly on a 737 you just need to know that on a NG is on the right side of your PFD, and on the MAX shows great numbers with the nose pointing down.
We, poor guys at the ground school, are supposed to know how a servo altimeter works. And speaking honestly… it’s not hard to know that a thing called “I-BAR” tries to get closer to a thing called “E-BAR” and earns a friendzone everytime.
Though luck my friend, “I-BAR“, trust me, one day you’ll find your “E-BAR“.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about failure, and that’s when I’ve started being philosophical.
I’m sure that I’ve seen, not a long ago, on Instagram or WhatsApp a picture stating: “F.A.I.L.: first attempt in learning“, or similar.
Tell me something like that and I’ll try to beat you as strong as possible.
The point is that is not easy to accept a failure, especially when you have just an attempt in everything.
Because failure is not always something that happens… It brings a lot of consequences.
To be clear: for failure I don’t mean the school canteen.
The first: money.
I’m not a bastard insensitive materialist, these are good qualities, but anyway this is the most evident effect of failure here.
You fail, you get a recourse, you’ll stay here much longer, you pay. As simple as that.
The second: start everything again.
In case of a recourse, guess what: you’re going in another course.
For a shy person it would be a hell, literally. New people to know… and it’s even harder to join a group that has already been living together for a while…
The third: feelings.
A failure is a heavy stone falling over your he… Original, isn’t it?
I’d rather say that when you’ve lived the last few years thinking only about becoming a pilot, or a doctor or whatever, the hardest part would be to replan your future in a reasonable time.
Someone is lucky and have an alternative career, someone else might need to wait and see what happens.
As long as I pass my exams, I’m safe.
Indeed I’ve used a lot of beautiful words about failure just to show you that I’m still touched enough to be considered normal.
My second week here has been much more stable than the first, is normal.
I’m getting in the right mood and routine to survive for the next 16 weeks.
As I was saying in the first part of this post, the various subjects are getting slightly more difficult, it’s part of the game, it’s a constant climb… Here’s why I need the VSI. Or maybe not, who cares.
The very important thing is that I’m slowly realizing how much X-Plane has been important for me so far… For example when I see my mates struggling to know how the airspeed indicator I think:”Holy shit, how cannot they understand how simple is that tiny thing“, then I start being aware that my 2000 hours on IVAO and my “maybe more than 10000” elsewhere in the simulator are actually paying off.
Believe me guys, as long as you spend time in X-Plane with an active attitude, trying to understand how things really work instead of getting nowhere with your plane, you’ll be in a great position to start a real training.
I don’t mean to be rude, X-Plane is a game, and you should play it to relax or dream a little bit after the more important things like job, family, etcetera.
Just stay away from the mistake of thinking “I know how to fly a CAT III ILS in a 737, how hard can the ground school be?“, if you’re planning to start this career, being arrogant is the last thing you’d like to be, trust me.
Anyway guys, great news.
A couple of days ago I’ve received my stuffs from home (including the desktop computer). Inside on of the boxes there was the most important thing I’ll need for my future here: the coffee machine.
Now I can finally be happy to wake up to have a proper coffee. Don’t trust me, I’m still regretting the good old summer days with the first alarm set at 11, just to be sure to be in time for lunch.
Interesting thing I’ve done this week: the NIE.
Basically it’s a document that states that you’re living in this beautiful country. Finally I can start insulting those bloody Italians: “Pizza, mafia, mandolino“.
And what about the people who live in Rome? They pretend to be great, they’ve been building a stadium for more than two thousand years.
That’s what my former general navigation instructor told me.
That’s pretty all, a relaxing weekend ahead watching F1 with my Spanish friend (who’s starting to swear properly in Italian thanks to… me).
Quote of the week:”Voglio proprio vedere se quando torni qua dirai le stesse cose“
Translation for lucky non-italian people:”I want to see if when you’ll come back here (In Italy), you’ll be saying that things”