I was mad when i found out that I had to cut my hair, shave my beard, shower, quit certain alternative passtimes, and move out of my tent if i wanted to be a pilot. Good bye, haight ashbury!
On the other hand, I feel pretty damn cool in my shirt and tie, and last night i was in the pub and saw a bunch of f 18 pilots come in. DANG! do i ever want one of those nifty flight suits. My heli friends all get to wear them, but if we have them, we'd look pretty darn silly, and of course the mockings might bring back those junior high memories I've kept repressed for so long.