Better, and yet worse.

The "steering with your feet" thing seems to be okay now. I dunno exactly what the difference could have been since the last lesson I had was two months ago, but it seems that I am now getting the hang of it. I wouldn't count on me for any precision manuevers, but at least I can keep the plane moving straight down a yellow line, and turn into a taxi area and such. Not well. But well enough.

Other things seem to be getting better - straight and level flight, making turns, etc. Then again, other things seem to be going very poorly - straight and level flight when the instructor is fucking with the throttle, keeping a certain very low speed, etc.

What I am thinking is that I am, eventually, going to get it. But it's all going to be very hard-won, every time. I will have to do it time and time again and screw it up over and over again until I bloody well get it. And Mr. Donnelly is going to be on my ass for every single second of it. Nose slightly down? Well what the HELL are you DOING? Hey! Your left wing is down. Why aren't you FIXING it? HUH?

Perhaps that is how it has to be.

Eventually, I will get my license. But it's going to be really, really, hard. This is not necessarily what I imagined (because in my imagination, I was totally awesome at flying without putting any effort into it) and yet, it is something I still want to do. "Hard to do" is not a good enough reason to quit, even though it often has been for me before.

But I'm not going to quit this. Before I die, I will have a private pilot's license. And moreover, some day I will fly from KWHP to KIPL to hang out with my dad and stepmother.