So, I finally did it. I took a plane off the ground and returned it by myself three times today (and did one go-around). It was a really great feeling. As is the tradition, the back of my shirt was cut off, inscribed with some commemorative writing by my instructor, and hung on the wall for all to see. I also talked a bit with one of the other HAMs at the flight club about his rigs and a few things the historical radio society does here. Now, I just have to get as many flights in as possible before my instructor becomes a father.