My last flight instructor was horrible. I will refer to him as the bastard. I hated him. I was allocated the bastard. I didn’t have a choice in the matter. I could have gone and requested a new instructor. But the bastard told me that he would make me a professional pilot. This is what i wanted more than anything. So I really wanted to believe him. He also told me something about if a student had too many different instructors. It was seen to be really bad. He was my sixth instructor.
I first met the bastard when I went out to the airport to meet him. We went into the classroom there and he made me sit down on the opposite side of the room from him. He then told me that there was a lot of paperwork about how bad I was. He told me, not right out but it was pretty clear what he meant, that everyone hated me. He told me that in the aircraft I wasn’t allowed to say anything that wasn’t related to flying. He also told me not to try the girly tears thing! He asked me if I had any hobbies and told me I should do rock climbing. I am not sure what his thing with rock climbing is but he mentioned it more than once in the time that I knew him (I recently did some rockclimbing and broke a nail
). He also asked me if I could change the tire on a car. I told him that I could (I can’t drive a car but I can do that!) he then said that most academics couldn’t and suggested that I try changing a cars oil sometime! The bastard also told me off because I wasn’t wearing my uniform that day. My T-shirt did have a picture of a plane on it!
The bastard told me that he had another job flying freight in a light twin at night. I think he thought of that as his real job. Whenever I didn’t like something he would point out that he was the one with the CPL!
The Bastard said that he would ask me questions (such as the airfoil shape of the flaps on the warrior). If I couldn’t answer it the first time it was ok but if I couldn’t answer it a second time I had to buy him a beer.
I flew with the bastard three times. I really didn’t like some of the things he did. Like when I was going to descend and he asked me if I wanted to go down fast or slow and then gave me an engine failure. I did not find that amusing.
I remember him not being happy one time because I wanted to refuel the plane. I did refuel it and if I hadn’t of well would have had to use the reserve fuel for the length of the flight we did. I heard stories about how he came back from flying with another student one time and they refueled the plane and actually managed to put in more fuel than the tanks were supposed to hold because they were that empty!
One time when we refueled the aircraft. The bastard was filling the tank. He overfilled it until the fuel overflowed the tank and ran over the wing. He did this on purpose! I still have no idea why. Seemed bloody stupid to me!
The other students didn’t like him either. They would claim to be sick if they were scheduled to fly with him. Or convince their usual instructor that they required a solo flight instead.
I admit that I was crap at flying. I did bad things when flying with the bastard. My last landing was truly terrible. I should have gone around. But I didn’t. I think the reason and this is really bad was that I just didn’t want to be anywhere near the bastard any longer!
The result was that I was kicked out of flight school. With the bastard saying that I would never be a professional pilot. I also heard stories about how he went around telling people how I was an unsafe pilot.
I now don’t fly. The only thing that I really wanted to do in my life. I am just an unemployed loser now
