Let's Not Pretend So, here I am in the thick of it, at a whole new level. Like having to become intimate with weather and radio, for instance, two things I didn't spend a lot of time on and never flew enough to have to. There's no pretending that these topics do not come easy to me. And, though it's a huge privilege to be attending a professional academy that trains career pilots, along with that comes a more intense and structured format, though I was generously invited to go at my own pace. But soon it became a reality that I had to keep on it to be successful in retaining the info and not let a lot of time lapse. FS assigned a flight instructor and a ground school instructor to me, both of whom would be available per my schedule. At first, I pursued the two tracks simultaneously, but soon realized it was too much given that I still had to manage a fulltime, deadline driven job during the week, which was when ground school was offered. My Grand Plan was to go one to two days every other week and return on each Saturday (weather permitting) for flight lessons. The GP's first wrinkle became apparent during the first and second flight lesson, at which time I had had only two days of ground school. The lesson involved exercises that wouldn't even be discussed in ground school until near the end. When Seth asked me to decode the metar during that first lesson, I was lost. When he asked me to calculate the airplane's weight and balance, I was lost again. He had to show me on the spot. It dawned on me at that point that the FS instructors are used to instructing students who come straight from ground school. I'm a bit of an anomaly. Yes, FlightSafety does have executive programs, but it's typical — and best — that a person takes time away from his or her job to complete their private's at an academy such as this. Unless you're a Whiz Kid. Admittedly, I'm not so much one of those, even though there still some flying technique recorded in my muscle memory. By the end of the second lesson, I let myself become stressed, feeling scattered and unable to properly absorb the lesson material. That following week I became Grumpy at home and work, and Dread was ever so gently knocking at my back door. It was then I knew I had to nip Grumpy and Dread in their derrieres and revise my Grand Plan, for this opportunity was to be enjoyed! Grand Plan No. 2 became instituted immediately.