Tuesday morning I flew to Ryan Field, just on the other side of Tucson's airspace. It's a trip I'd been dreading, because my training has left me uncomfortable (and, in my opinion, unprepared) to interact with Air Traffic Control. It was a required cross-country, though, so I was going to have to do it sooner or later. I decided it may as well be sooner so I could stop worrying about it. It went pretty poorly, and I wound up getting scolded by both the approach controller at Tucson and the tower controller at Ryan. I do feel like I learned a lot on the trip, though, so it had value. On the downside, I really took a hit to my confidence. I went out and did some touch-and-go's yesterday morning, and I was a mess. My final approach each time around the pattern was pretty awful, and I kept overcorrecting on the flare. Not a good time. I was supposed to fly another cross-country this morning, but after the time at Ryan and my troubles yesterday, I decided to just call it a week.