Talked with my buddy RJ tonight - he's the one considering leaving the squadron for the other one I'm visiting in a couple of weeks. He's in the same boat I am ... or as he says, he was until this past weekend. He's fed up with Merlin, but Merlin hasn't been quite as much of an ass to him.
Merlin's and my email flame war continued until this morning and only stopped after I wrote back, "Sorry, but I'm not going to fight or argue anymore; this is stupid and even stupider through email". He hasn't replied since then.
I was quite moody all day. It's funny (not in a ha-ha sort of way, just ironic) that I avoid romantic relationships because of the ups-and-downs, the pain that comes with it and the messy breakup at the end. This feels like a messy break-up to me. I was in a "relationship" and didn't even know it.
RJ spent today with him and Merlin was asking him all sorts of weird questions, like "have you ever felt in danger around me? Have I ever done anything like that to you?". I laughed and said how in our email flame war, I had told him that I no longer trusted him. He shot back with "Why not, I have a flawless safety record". Dude, a flawless safety record doesn't build trust. RJ said it was well-deserved that I fired back that hard in an email to him and also told him he was part to blame for the problems in the squadron/the incident at the air show two weeks ago.
After I went into more depth, he gasped, "He used you". Yeah... that's what I've been saying. Everyone else too. Merlin denied it in the email, saying how I came forward on my own volition. Yeah, and no one set up the incident to happen - THAT part was an accident. And I did contact higher ups about it, which was what I should have done. But to you, it was serendipitous because it furthered your own agenda. He had been trying to get the commander out all along and what happened to me only pushed it along faster. I told him I was hurt by it, but didn't blame him - as a pilot, you have to do what is best for you being the PIC (pilot in command) and all. I'm aggressive like that towards aviation. I maybe won't throw someone under the bus to get there, but I will get there at all costs. I will do what's best for me to get there.
You know I'm beginning to learn? At first, being the only young female redheaded student in rooms full of older male pilots helped me stick out...in a good way. They were drawn to me and were more than willing to give me all the helped I needed. That's how I ended up with most of the sky brothers I have and during all of this, they have had my back and have assured me they won't let me fall or fail. They constantly compliment me (sometimes too much!) and tell me what a great pilot I am or will be. However, there's another side to all of this - I stick out so much that others who want to hold me down are attracted to me too. Instructors like Harpy and Merlin. They are the people that my sky brothers warn me about. So sticking out in aviation has its advantages and disadvantages.
In study news, I was learning about how to use a flight computer tonight. It looks sooo complicated (just like everything else in aviation)! But it's sooo easy to use and kind of a nifty tool, too! Plus, I'm using the one my mom had when she was training to be a pilot, so it's extra special. :) Trying to figure out the wind calculations has me a little off-course... but I'll figure it out.
Not quite through chapter 13 in the videos, but almost there. Maybe with a little extra push, I'll be able to get through the rest of 13 and 14 tomorrow night! I know this isn't a race and it's okay if I'm not finished by Saturday, but I'm still going to try.
Showing posts with label DV Merlin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DV Merlin. Show all posts
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Weight & Balance
One thing about being a pilot is learning to trust your intuition. It's vital because it could save your life one day. That's true for life as well. Many lessons I've learned in aviation can also be used in life and vice versa.
Archie contacted Merlin, asking him if I could fly with them tomorrow. Merlin wrote back and said he would always fly with me and still wanted to help me in any way he could. I asked him why he deleted me from FB and he said because all of this CAP stuff has been rough on him, so he needs friends he can count on. I apparently wasn't there for him. Bravo Sierra - you deleted me because of aerobatics. Man up and don't lie. I know because he deleted me right after I made a post about flying aerobatics over Thanksgiving.
I exploded. Where the hell were you for me? I told him how upset I was at him using me during the air show situation two weeks ago. He told me I was wrong. No apology, no "I'm sorry you felt that way, but you misinterpreted my intentions". Just "you inferred things that were wrong". He tried calling me, but I wouldn't answer. So he emails back again, telling me he had to counsel other people about this situation. I exploded again. Dude, you realize that you make EVERY situation worse by dragging other people in, right? I told him that this was between us and I was upset we couldn't keep it between us. He didn't reply, but he's got me playing his game through an email flame war. I told him I was walking away and I meant it. I'm not doing this childish little thing anymore.
I knew he wouldn't leave me alone. He deleted me from FB to get a reaction from me and I fell for it. He tried to add me back by the way, but I didn't accept it. I'm contacting Archie in the morning and telling him I'm sorry, but I can't fly with Merlin. I tried, really I did. I tried TOO many times... We're just too different, or too alike.. I'm not sure which.
The commander who was helping me with my transfer has stepped down. I don't know what I'm going to do now. I have no one in my corner. Merlin normally goes after those that cross him.
In other aviation news, I was watching more videos tonight. It's gotten a lot harder - not the material, just finding motivation to watch them. It's taking longer to go through them and is like trudging through mud. Doesn't matter I guess, only as long as I continue to move forward. One of the lessons tonight was about weight & balance. I laughed, remembering trying to learn about this for the first time and how it seemed so hard. It's absolutely nothing now. I could literally do the calculations in my sleep now. So I'm starting now on chapter 13 out of 20. If I get to a chapter a day this week, I can finish by next Saturday. I'm gonna update you guys on my progress. One thing that I really enjoyed with Merlin was constantly updating him on my progress. It added momentum that way.
And minor milestone - this blog has officially hit 1,000 pageviews! Thank you!! :)
Archie contacted Merlin, asking him if I could fly with them tomorrow. Merlin wrote back and said he would always fly with me and still wanted to help me in any way he could. I asked him why he deleted me from FB and he said because all of this CAP stuff has been rough on him, so he needs friends he can count on. I apparently wasn't there for him. Bravo Sierra - you deleted me because of aerobatics. Man up and don't lie. I know because he deleted me right after I made a post about flying aerobatics over Thanksgiving.
I exploded. Where the hell were you for me? I told him how upset I was at him using me during the air show situation two weeks ago. He told me I was wrong. No apology, no "I'm sorry you felt that way, but you misinterpreted my intentions". Just "you inferred things that were wrong". He tried calling me, but I wouldn't answer. So he emails back again, telling me he had to counsel other people about this situation. I exploded again. Dude, you realize that you make EVERY situation worse by dragging other people in, right? I told him that this was between us and I was upset we couldn't keep it between us. He didn't reply, but he's got me playing his game through an email flame war. I told him I was walking away and I meant it. I'm not doing this childish little thing anymore.
I knew he wouldn't leave me alone. He deleted me from FB to get a reaction from me and I fell for it. He tried to add me back by the way, but I didn't accept it. I'm contacting Archie in the morning and telling him I'm sorry, but I can't fly with Merlin. I tried, really I did. I tried TOO many times... We're just too different, or too alike.. I'm not sure which.
The commander who was helping me with my transfer has stepped down. I don't know what I'm going to do now. I have no one in my corner. Merlin normally goes after those that cross him.
In other aviation news, I was watching more videos tonight. It's gotten a lot harder - not the material, just finding motivation to watch them. It's taking longer to go through them and is like trudging through mud. Doesn't matter I guess, only as long as I continue to move forward. One of the lessons tonight was about weight & balance. I laughed, remembering trying to learn about this for the first time and how it seemed so hard. It's absolutely nothing now. I could literally do the calculations in my sleep now. So I'm starting now on chapter 13 out of 20. If I get to a chapter a day this week, I can finish by next Saturday. I'm gonna update you guys on my progress. One thing that I really enjoyed with Merlin was constantly updating him on my progress. It added momentum that way.
And minor milestone - this blog has officially hit 1,000 pageviews! Thank you!! :)
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Frustrations :/
Went flying (right seat) in a 152 for Mission Observer training for CAP. Usual frustrations surfaced. It was my first time using the G1000 for Mission Observer duties... and DV Merlin expected me to know everything already. "Haven't you been using the simulator?!?!" he asked in frustration. The sim, that I just downloaded a few nights ago, and haven't had much of a chance to use. Even when I had, pressing buttons randomly to figure out what they do is MUCH different than someone saying "bring up the weather" and knowing how to do that.
So he sighed frustratingly at me and I did the same. On the way back, I made a significant improvement and was quite pleased with the progress I made in such a short time. The pilot riding in the backseat thought so too. See? Just show me once and I'm good to go. Merlin suggested I hang out after and we'd go over some more stuff so I'd get better. During which, he told me I wasn't aggressive enough and how aviation wasn't for the timid. Granted, I agree and I do need to get more aggressive... but I can't do some of the things he wants me to. He says if he starts messing with the buttons on the G1000, then I need to slap his hand away. I've tried... and I just can't do it. I wasn't brought up like that. It's just not part of my DNA. On the other side, he'd faint from shock if I actually ever did... and I just might, too.
He starts packing up his stuff and says if I can't be aggressive, then I can't make it. "Go out, get a black belt and come back and see me", he says.
I smile and reply, "I already have one". Not something I talk about much, but it's true. Or at one point, I guess it was true. So long ago, I doubt it really counts anymore. "First Degree Black Belt, actually."
He laughs. "Who pencil-whipped that one for you? Act like it."
My anger flared. If you know anything about me at all, you know I work hard for everything I have. Nothing I have was handed to me. Attaining my black belt was no different and my mom loves telling that story. I worked extra hard to earn it and no one handed it to me. Dunno how he always knows how to push my buttons, but he does. Not sure if somehow he knew about the black belt or if it was just completely random that he happened upon it.
We continued to work on other stuff, but I steamed. Much like being forced into that CAP meeting when I didn't want to be there. I sat and steamed, barely hearing anything going on or paying attention.
He asked me questions about the G1000 and got frustrated about how I couldn't answer them. "What do you want from me?", I asked, equally as frustrated. "I've never seen this before!"
So he nearly left, telling me he didn't know what to do and couldn't understand why I wasn't getting this... and how I needed to go home to review the videos he gave me, the G1000 training, my textbook and the Mission Observer training. I'm so frustrated and overwhelmed because I study EVERY FREE MOMENT I HAVE. I study on my lunch break at work and study when I get home. Sometimes I even listen to ATC broadcasts while working. He's even said before how no one works harder than I do. So when he tells me to do G1000 training, I put down my textbook and concentrate on that. When we meet a few days later, he asks why I haven't been watching the videos. When was I suppose to have time for that?!?! When I'm in the shower??? Or maybe play them in the background while I'm sleeping...? Or perhaps shove the flash drive in my ear and hope it uploads it, maybe?? I don't know!!
Instead of leaving, he asks to see my textbook and opens it to ask me questions out of there. I answer every single one correctly. He's satisfied and closes the book, "Wow, you certainly do know everything you've gone over so far. Good." Which is how it should be - know the stuff you've reviewed, and not know the stuff you've never seen before.
"I know you are frustrated", he says. "But you are right where you need to be. You just want to get there too fast. Quit messing around with aerobatics and the plane building nonsense; anything that isn't helping you with getting your license is a waste of your time." The aerobatic pilots and the homebuilders treat me like I'm some kind of extraordinary pilot, you jerk. They don't make me feel like dirt. They actually believe in me.
"Besides, you are getting all of this feedback for free. No one else will do that for you."
I drove home, fuming. Not charging someone for your time doesn't give you license to be a jerk to them. "Lights" by Ellie Golding started playing on the radio. It's the song that reminds me of Oshkosh. I burst into tears and begged anyone listening - the universe, gods, goddesses, what-have-you - to let me go back there. I hate it here, I hate how petty they are in CAP...and I hate leaving EVERY flight with DV Merlin either frustrated out of my mind or in tears.
So he sighed frustratingly at me and I did the same. On the way back, I made a significant improvement and was quite pleased with the progress I made in such a short time. The pilot riding in the backseat thought so too. See? Just show me once and I'm good to go. Merlin suggested I hang out after and we'd go over some more stuff so I'd get better. During which, he told me I wasn't aggressive enough and how aviation wasn't for the timid. Granted, I agree and I do need to get more aggressive... but I can't do some of the things he wants me to. He says if he starts messing with the buttons on the G1000, then I need to slap his hand away. I've tried... and I just can't do it. I wasn't brought up like that. It's just not part of my DNA. On the other side, he'd faint from shock if I actually ever did... and I just might, too.
He starts packing up his stuff and says if I can't be aggressive, then I can't make it. "Go out, get a black belt and come back and see me", he says.
I smile and reply, "I already have one". Not something I talk about much, but it's true. Or at one point, I guess it was true. So long ago, I doubt it really counts anymore. "First Degree Black Belt, actually."
He laughs. "Who pencil-whipped that one for you? Act like it."
My anger flared. If you know anything about me at all, you know I work hard for everything I have. Nothing I have was handed to me. Attaining my black belt was no different and my mom loves telling that story. I worked extra hard to earn it and no one handed it to me. Dunno how he always knows how to push my buttons, but he does. Not sure if somehow he knew about the black belt or if it was just completely random that he happened upon it.
We continued to work on other stuff, but I steamed. Much like being forced into that CAP meeting when I didn't want to be there. I sat and steamed, barely hearing anything going on or paying attention.
He asked me questions about the G1000 and got frustrated about how I couldn't answer them. "What do you want from me?", I asked, equally as frustrated. "I've never seen this before!"
So he nearly left, telling me he didn't know what to do and couldn't understand why I wasn't getting this... and how I needed to go home to review the videos he gave me, the G1000 training, my textbook and the Mission Observer training. I'm so frustrated and overwhelmed because I study EVERY FREE MOMENT I HAVE. I study on my lunch break at work and study when I get home. Sometimes I even listen to ATC broadcasts while working. He's even said before how no one works harder than I do. So when he tells me to do G1000 training, I put down my textbook and concentrate on that. When we meet a few days later, he asks why I haven't been watching the videos. When was I suppose to have time for that?!?! When I'm in the shower??? Or maybe play them in the background while I'm sleeping...? Or perhaps shove the flash drive in my ear and hope it uploads it, maybe?? I don't know!!
Instead of leaving, he asks to see my textbook and opens it to ask me questions out of there. I answer every single one correctly. He's satisfied and closes the book, "Wow, you certainly do know everything you've gone over so far. Good." Which is how it should be - know the stuff you've reviewed, and not know the stuff you've never seen before.
"I know you are frustrated", he says. "But you are right where you need to be. You just want to get there too fast. Quit messing around with aerobatics and the plane building nonsense; anything that isn't helping you with getting your license is a waste of your time." The aerobatic pilots and the homebuilders treat me like I'm some kind of extraordinary pilot, you jerk. They don't make me feel like dirt. They actually believe in me.
"Besides, you are getting all of this feedback for free. No one else will do that for you."
I drove home, fuming. Not charging someone for your time doesn't give you license to be a jerk to them. "Lights" by Ellie Golding started playing on the radio. It's the song that reminds me of Oshkosh. I burst into tears and begged anyone listening - the universe, gods, goddesses, what-have-you - to let me go back there. I hate it here, I hate how petty they are in CAP...and I hate leaving EVERY flight with DV Merlin either frustrated out of my mind or in tears.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
In a galaxy far, far away...
Guess who just finished the Officer Basic Course? THIS GIRL!!!!!!! 20 days, 3 modules, and about 40 lessons. Not as big as passing my written with flying colors, but am still pretty stoked. :)
I've been training and studying like a demon lately and it's been going pretty well. Even considering my computer died at home (motherboard went out) and I've got a little chest cold, complete with cough and laryngitis. Pretty good to stay on top of everything (studying & physical training), especially with losing a computer and not feeling 100%. On a related note, if updates are more sparse than normal, lack of computer is why. I hope to have that remedied this weekend though (can't live w/o my computer!).
Merlin and I had 3 hr ground school study session together Saturday evening. Overall, I'd say it was productive, for the most part. Still a little mad over some things that were said, but oddly enough, the night before, I had a dream about the whole situation:
I had had enough. In the last two weeks, my car had broken down and my computer had just broken down. There were many days that I just wanted to walk out at work because I was frustrated and even CAP wasn't fun anymore. So I just took off - back to WI. Hopped into the car and didn't look back. Of course my car couldn't handle the journey, so it broke down on the way there. I didn't care - I was going to make it there any way possible, so I got out of the car and walked the rest of the way there.
The sun was rising when I arrived. It was the most beautiful site I had ever seen. I was tired and exhausted, but I had finally made it back to my paradise. I fell to my knees and kissed the ground.
"What are you doing here?", came a voice behind me.
I turned around to see a Mother-type figure, dressed like a Grecian Goddess, shimmering in the sun. I knew instantly she was the Spirit of Oshkosh. Really she might have been WI, Oshkosh and Madison combined, as I called her "Madison". A Goddess-type, in any case. Her tone wasn't accusatory; more one of disbelief. I ran to her and hugged her fiercely, as tears ran down both of our cheeks.
"Don't get me wrong, I AM happy to see you, my daughter, but it is not your time to come back here yet. Why are you here?", she continued as she returned my intense hug.
I began to explain to her how homesick I've been and how everything had been going wrong since I returned to Atlanta. My home - my true home- was Oshkosh and I was never leaving again.
She took my face in her hands and looked deeply into my eyes. "I know how hard it is to miss someone you love; I've missed you for 30 years", she smiled sadly. "But you know that your place is in Atlanta, not here. I wouldn't have sent you back if I didn't think you could handle it. You must go back."
I shook my head like a little kid about to have a tantrum and said "No! I won't go back. My place is here, with you", and I started to cry. I stopped mid-sob and remembered something, which made me smile triumphantly. "Besides, I can't go back. My car broke down on the way here."
She smiled sadly. "I've already called for someone to take you home".
My mouth dropped open, searching her eyes... wondering how could she have--?
And that's when I heard the elevator ding behind me. The hair stood up on the back of my neck. We were outside at beautiful Oshkosh Airport, so the ding of an elevator sounded very ominous to me. It shouldn't have had a place there. She gazes towards the elevator and I follow her gaze. The elevator isn't apart of Oshkosh; it's the Death Star. The doors open... and Darth Vader walks out with two of the Emperor's guards.
I turn back to her with horror. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!! I WON'T GO WITH HIM!!"
She looks as me with pained eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear in a motherly gesture. "You have to".
Darth walks up closer, but stops a few feet away still keeping his distance. He watches the whole scene impassively and doesn't say a word. The sound of his breathing is the only sound.
"BUT HE HATES ME!!!", I scream. Then giving him the most deadly glare I can muster, my voice falls to a whisper as I continue talking to the spirit, while looking at him, "And he hates you". I want her to realize the person he really is. Darth doesn't react at all and just continues breathing evenly, as though we both know who is going to win this battle.
Madison only laughs and hugs me, "My dear, you confuse hate with jealousy. He doesn't hate either of us". In true mother fashion, she turns my face around gently to look into my eyes. "No one who hates you would come all this way just to take you back home."
I looked out of the corner of my eye to gauge his reaction. Nothing. I looked back as Madison continued: "He is my child too, just like you, and that makes him your brother. Believe me, I wouldn't send you back with him if it wasn't what was best for you. "
She hugged me tightly once again, whispering "Time to go". I nodded and the tears started to flow again. She looked over the top of my head, directly at Darth as she hugged me and said, "This girl is very, very precious to me. Watch over her."
He nodded once without a word and turned in one quick movement to walk back to the elevator. He didn't hold out his hand to me or even look back to see if I was following. Madison released me and I fell in step on his left side.
~*~
I think this dream comes from a friend relating my aviation life to Star Wars. In any case, it helped a little and I was able to go to the study session with a smile on my face. It helped me understand my waking like a little bit better and helped me see it from a different POV - "evil" DV goes a long distance to bring back his sister who ran away, dispite being all "tough love" and stuff... and she's being a whiny brat, refusing to go back with him. It must have hurt even though he might not have reacted to the conversation, but it didn't mean he wasn't listening and it didn't affect him. Maybe DV isn't "evil"; just misunderstood.
On a semi-related note, being a Star Wars fan my entire life, it just now occurred to me that DV and Luke were both pilots. LOL
The following night after I had the dream, I swore I heard DV's breathing as I fell to sleep. It was strangely comforting and unnerving at the same time.
So far this week, I've completed a section in my textbook each night! Booyah! I'm feeling sooo warm fuzzy by everything I've been accomplishing lately and am on top of the world! Onwards and upwards!!
I've been training and studying like a demon lately and it's been going pretty well. Even considering my computer died at home (motherboard went out) and I've got a little chest cold, complete with cough and laryngitis. Pretty good to stay on top of everything (studying & physical training), especially with losing a computer and not feeling 100%. On a related note, if updates are more sparse than normal, lack of computer is why. I hope to have that remedied this weekend though (can't live w/o my computer!).
Merlin and I had 3 hr ground school study session together Saturday evening. Overall, I'd say it was productive, for the most part. Still a little mad over some things that were said, but oddly enough, the night before, I had a dream about the whole situation:
I had had enough. In the last two weeks, my car had broken down and my computer had just broken down. There were many days that I just wanted to walk out at work because I was frustrated and even CAP wasn't fun anymore. So I just took off - back to WI. Hopped into the car and didn't look back. Of course my car couldn't handle the journey, so it broke down on the way there. I didn't care - I was going to make it there any way possible, so I got out of the car and walked the rest of the way there.
The sun was rising when I arrived. It was the most beautiful site I had ever seen. I was tired and exhausted, but I had finally made it back to my paradise. I fell to my knees and kissed the ground.
"What are you doing here?", came a voice behind me.
I turned around to see a Mother-type figure, dressed like a Grecian Goddess, shimmering in the sun. I knew instantly she was the Spirit of Oshkosh. Really she might have been WI, Oshkosh and Madison combined, as I called her "Madison". A Goddess-type, in any case. Her tone wasn't accusatory; more one of disbelief. I ran to her and hugged her fiercely, as tears ran down both of our cheeks.
"Don't get me wrong, I AM happy to see you, my daughter, but it is not your time to come back here yet. Why are you here?", she continued as she returned my intense hug.
I began to explain to her how homesick I've been and how everything had been going wrong since I returned to Atlanta. My home - my true home- was Oshkosh and I was never leaving again.
She took my face in her hands and looked deeply into my eyes. "I know how hard it is to miss someone you love; I've missed you for 30 years", she smiled sadly. "But you know that your place is in Atlanta, not here. I wouldn't have sent you back if I didn't think you could handle it. You must go back."
I shook my head like a little kid about to have a tantrum and said "No! I won't go back. My place is here, with you", and I started to cry. I stopped mid-sob and remembered something, which made me smile triumphantly. "Besides, I can't go back. My car broke down on the way here."
She smiled sadly. "I've already called for someone to take you home".
My mouth dropped open, searching her eyes... wondering how could she have--?
And that's when I heard the elevator ding behind me. The hair stood up on the back of my neck. We were outside at beautiful Oshkosh Airport, so the ding of an elevator sounded very ominous to me. It shouldn't have had a place there. She gazes towards the elevator and I follow her gaze. The elevator isn't apart of Oshkosh; it's the Death Star. The doors open... and Darth Vader walks out with two of the Emperor's guards.
I turn back to her with horror. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!! I WON'T GO WITH HIM!!"
She looks as me with pained eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear in a motherly gesture. "You have to".
Darth walks up closer, but stops a few feet away still keeping his distance. He watches the whole scene impassively and doesn't say a word. The sound of his breathing is the only sound.
"BUT HE HATES ME!!!", I scream. Then giving him the most deadly glare I can muster, my voice falls to a whisper as I continue talking to the spirit, while looking at him, "And he hates you". I want her to realize the person he really is. Darth doesn't react at all and just continues breathing evenly, as though we both know who is going to win this battle.
Madison only laughs and hugs me, "My dear, you confuse hate with jealousy. He doesn't hate either of us". In true mother fashion, she turns my face around gently to look into my eyes. "No one who hates you would come all this way just to take you back home."
I looked out of the corner of my eye to gauge his reaction. Nothing. I looked back as Madison continued: "He is my child too, just like you, and that makes him your brother. Believe me, I wouldn't send you back with him if it wasn't what was best for you. "
She hugged me tightly once again, whispering "Time to go". I nodded and the tears started to flow again. She looked over the top of my head, directly at Darth as she hugged me and said, "This girl is very, very precious to me. Watch over her."
He nodded once without a word and turned in one quick movement to walk back to the elevator. He didn't hold out his hand to me or even look back to see if I was following. Madison released me and I fell in step on his left side.
~*~
I think this dream comes from a friend relating my aviation life to Star Wars. In any case, it helped a little and I was able to go to the study session with a smile on my face. It helped me understand my waking like a little bit better and helped me see it from a different POV - "evil" DV goes a long distance to bring back his sister who ran away, dispite being all "tough love" and stuff... and she's being a whiny brat, refusing to go back with him. It must have hurt even though he might not have reacted to the conversation, but it didn't mean he wasn't listening and it didn't affect him. Maybe DV isn't "evil"; just misunderstood.
On a semi-related note, being a Star Wars fan my entire life, it just now occurred to me that DV and Luke were both pilots. LOL
The following night after I had the dream, I swore I heard DV's breathing as I fell to sleep. It was strangely comforting and unnerving at the same time.
So far this week, I've completed a section in my textbook each night! Booyah! I'm feeling sooo warm fuzzy by everything I've been accomplishing lately and am on top of the world! Onwards and upwards!!
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