झटका! एयर इंडिया ने समाप्त की ट्रेनी केबिन क्रू की सेवाएं, सामने आया ये कारण
झटका! एयर इंडिया ने समाप्त की ट्रेनी केबिन क्रू की सेवाएं, सामने आया ये कारण
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नई दिल्लीःसरकारी विमानन कंपनी एयर इंडिया ने उन प्रशिक्षु केबिन क्रू और केबिन क्रू की सेवाओं को समाप्त करने का फैसला किया है, जो फिलहाल उसके यहां पर ट्रेनिंग ले रहे हैं. एयरलाइन ने प्रशिक्षु केबिन क्रू सेवाओं के बंद होने का कारण वर्तमान निराशाजनक विमानन हालतों का हवाला दिया है. सूत्रों के अनुसार, नए चालक दल और प्रशिक्षु पायलट पांच साल के अनुबंध को घटाकर के एक साल तक के लिए कर सकते हैं.…
We were now running flat out in school during the day, especially in gas turbines. Our school finals were fast approaching and we still had a lot of work to cover. I think one of the most scary things was finishing the course material on the Friday, with the exams taking place on the Monday!! Yikes!!
Now, if you want pressure, thats how to do it!
Not to worry, we're pilots right? Bring it on haha!!
That weekend I didn't open my blinds and pretended the rest of the world didn't exist. I pretty much lived off Sainsburys microwave meals and blue bolt (imagine red bull...but cheap. much much cheaper, in every single way possible...). Also, on a side note, don't ever drink it. Ever.
Now came school finals. They came and they went, almost as fast as a sneeze! The excitement and the build up almost made it feel like an anti-climax!! We sat down after we got all the results (which were really good by the way) and just looked at each other.
Holy moly, the next time we were all in school together we'll all be sitting our JAA (or EASA to you newbies out there :-p) exams! That was kind of a sobering thought.
After Test 1's we all worked steadily (and I have to say personally) and even harder than before. The course material got steadily more and more difficult with the amount of material to memorise and absorb getting larger and larger. Saying this though, the routine of constant study in the evening was real and truly embedded by now so it didn't feel all that bad. The thorn in my side however was still met. The computer based training (CBT) for this subject always seemed a little more dry to me than the other ones, and none of the information seemed to stick. Ahhhrgh! Frustration!
Good news though, I was getting pretty slick at my mexican waves! Our instructor who taught us piston/gas turbine engines had a particular fondness of them. He (and in fact most of the guys) were hilarious. I swear, he could even make a funeral fun!
Along with the fun though came a lot of hard work (although you don't need to be smart to be a piiiiiiilot, you just have to listen to the "ginger beard"). No sooner had we sneazed since Test 1's than we were fast approaching "school finals". Late nights, energy drinks and mega determination were now the name of the game...
So, Christmas cam and went. Revision was tried, but ultimately I'm afraid to say, festivities tended to win on the attention giving front. However, 2 days before the exams started I had the fear, big time.
Test 1's, as they were called, were a first gauge of your abilities to digest the information thrown at us. Up until then we hadn't really been under too much pressure. Although saying this, these exams were always in the back of our minds, with the nervous realisation that sooner or later the work is going to kick in. Once we were back from the Christmas break this realisation of impending exams finally kicked into high gear and I really got stuck in on the studying front.
I have to say that even with me working flat out every night after a full day of school I still didn't feel ready enough for these exams. Nevertheless D-Day approached...
They examinations arrived and went with a flurry of notes, revision and cramming. All of it cumulating 4 days later, beer in hand, in the cafe, waiting for our results to be electronically marked.
Boom! They arrived! The white slip of paper was handed to me, neatly folded with my results underneath. This was it... how was I to compare with my other course mates? I tentatively opened the slip of paper...
Average = 85%
Brilliant! I was extremely happy with that; until I saw that my other course mates were in the 90's haha! Right, well clearly still a lot of work still to go on my behalf!
That weekend we had a wicked night out, tell you what, pilots know how to party!
Ground school started with a bang and a flash. The first week was spent in a haze of names, acronyms, protocols, uniforms and excitement! Everything was new and extremely interesting, especially for me. This was the first time I had ever experienced an aviation organisation and boy did it excite me! Our ground school picked up over the coming weeks with the pace of work gradually speeding up and up. In the first couple of weeks though it was possible to pop home from school and be able to relax with my house mates while going over the notes from the days classes. It was awesome to be able to finally get stuck into our new careers! Fantastic!!!
