I showed up to my second flying lesson with a sketchbook, the traffic pattern penciled in and labeled across one page, with spaces left for airspeeds. My instructor and I usually have a preflight meeting, during which we cover topics relevant to that day’s flight and he gives me an opportunity to ask questions.
I had been stewing about my nerves during the first lesson and doing my best to identify a tangible cause I could take steps to resolve. I knew much of my unease stemmed from not knowing my instructor or his Cessna 172 yet, which would hopefully lessen over time. I also knew that I was nervous about my lack of knowledge and the possibility that I could mess something up. I spent hours poring over my textbook, book of maneuvers, and YouTube videos, trying to glean as much as possible about the mysteries of flight.
