I still remember my first day at Pelican- standing in the parking lot, staring at the row of Cessnas, my hands sweating through my hoodie. I'd quit my 9-to-5 a month prior, trading spreadsheets for flight logs, and honestly? I was terrified I'd made a huge mistake. Now, 6 months later, I've logged 45 flight hours, nailed my first solo flight, and can't imagine a life without the hum of a plane's engine. Here's the unfiltered version of how it went-no polished sales talk, just the messy, thrilling, exhausting reality.
The First Flight: "I Have No Idea What I'm Doing"
My first lesson with Captain Mike was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating. We did a pre-flight check, walking around the plane while he pointed out things like "fuel caps" and "ailerons" as if I knew what they meant. I nodded along, scribbling pretend notes, all the while my brain was screaming, How am I supposed to fly this metal bird?
Once we were airborne, Mike let me take the yoke within 10 minutes. The plane wobbled like a toy, and I overcorrected so hard we almost banked into a cloud. He just laughed and said, "Relax-flying's like driving, but with fewer potholes and more wind." Slowly, I got the hang of it-keeping the wings level, adjusting the throttle, feeling the plane respond to every tiny movement. By the end of the hour, I was grinning so hard my cheeks hurt. I still had no idea what I was doing, but for the first time in years, I felt alive.
The Grind of Ground School (and Why I Hated Flashcards)
Ground school was where the dream met reality. Pelican's program mixes online modules and in-person classes, and I soon learned flying isn't just about sitting in the cockpit-it's about weather charts, navigation rules, and committing 1001 little details to memory-like, "What is the maximum crosswind component for a Cessna 172?"
I'm not a studious person; my version of "homework" before Pelican consisted of binge-watching Netflix. But I forced myself to study for 2 hours every night, making flashcards for airspace classes and watching weather tutorials while eating cereal. There were nights I wanted to quit-like when I failed a practice test on navigation and stared at my laptop, wondering if I was too dumb for this. But Sarah, my other instructor, pulled me aside and said, "Everyone struggles with this-even the best pilots." She took me through the tricky parts on a whiteboard with silly mnemonics-still remember "VFR is 'Visual Flight Rules'-see the sky, fly the sky"-and finally, it clicked.
Solo Flight: The Scariest - and Best - 30 Minutes of My Life
Mike told me I was ready for solo flight after 20 hours of training, and I thought he was crazy. “But what if I forget how to land?” I asked. “What if the plane breaks?” He just patted my shoulder and said, “We wouldn’t let you go if we didn’t trust you.”
The day of my solo, the sky was perfect—clear blue, barely any wind. I did my pre-flight check twice, triple-checked the fuel, and climbed into the plane. The tower gave me clearance, and I taxied down the runway. When I pulled back on the yoke and the plane lifted off, I felt a surge of panic and excitement all at once. “I’m alone up here,” I thought. “No one to fix my mistakes.”
I flew a simple pattern—takeoff, climb to 1,500 feet, turn left, fly straight, turn left again, descend, land. The first landing was shaky, touchdown a little hard but the plane stayed on the runway. I whooped out loud—yes, alone in the plane, I whooped. The second landing was smoother and by the third, I felt like a pro. When I taxied back to the hangar, Mike and the staff were waiting with a bottle of sparkling cider and a “Solo Pilot” certificate. I cried–happy tears, exhausted tears, “I can’t believe I did this” tears.
The Hiccups That Made It Real
It wasn't all smooth sailing. There was the time I double-booked a flight via the app and showed up to find another student in my plane - Pelican fixed it by giving me a free lesson the next day, but I was stressed for hours. There was the week of rain that canceled 3 flights in a row, and I worried I'd fall behind. And don't even get me started on touch-and-gos - 15 in a row one morning left my arms sore and my brain fried, and I went home and took a 3-hour nap.
But those hiccups made the wins sweeter. When I finally nailed a perfect landing after weeks of practice, or aced my ground school final, I felt proud-not because it was easy, but because it was hard. Pelican didn't sugarcoat anything-they told me flying is work, but they also celebrated every small victory with me.
Why I'd Do It All Over Again
Today, I am just a few steps away from my PPL, and already have plans to take friends on weekend flights to nearby lakes and small towns. Pelican didn't just teach me to fly - they taught me to trust myself, to embrace the unknown, and to keep going even when things get tough.
The instructors aren't just teachers; they're mentors. Mike told stories of his commercial flying days, Sarah gave me advice on career paths in aviation, and the front desk always remembered my order (oat milk latte, no sugar) and asked how my flights went. Pelican feels like family, one that pushes you, supports you, and celebrates with you.
If you're thinking about learning to fly, do it. It's scary, it's hard, it's expensive-but it's also the most incredible thing I've ever done. And if you choose Pelican? You're not just signing up for flight lessons-you're signing up for a journey that will change your life.
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