"I'm Spider-Man, no more."

And now, curiously, I feel motivated to write a real, new post, now that I've just posted about how I'm intimidated by the thought of posting. (Yeah, I know. If you were ever able to see into my mind, you'd probably claw your eyes out. Or you'd mercy-kill me. Either way.)

I posted, almost two months ago, about how I had just become an intern at the airport in Benson. Here's the update: The week after I started being an intern in Benson, I stopped being an intern in Benson. To fully explain why, I'm going to have to provide just a little bit of backstory. At the time, my class schedule had degenerated to the point where I'd sit in class for about 2 hours on a Monday morning, then have the rest of the week off (my class is SUPPOSED TO be from 7:30 til 4, Monday through Thursday, no exceptions). That being the case, I had appalling amounts of spare time on my hands. I thought to myself, "I just earned my Airframe license. Wouldn't it be sweet to volunteer as a mechanic and score some hands-on experience in my down-time?" So I got in touch with a friend at New Tribes Mission Aviation, and I explained my situation to them. They took my offer of free labor to the rest of the guys in the shop, and they decided not to take me up on it. Apparently, there were some pretty big political issues happening within the mechanic-y side of NTMA, and they didn't want an "outsider" to see the drama, especially when said outsider would eventually be working for an organization that frequently partners with NTMA. So they shot me down. My friend, though, suggested that I volunteer to do grounds maintenance at NTMA for a while, and eventually I would probably be able to worm my way into the hangar to do some mechanic work. I met with the guy in charge of grounds maintenance. He told me he was semi-retired, so his schedule tended to be a little erratic, which meant we would probably have some difficulty connecting, since the highly erratic nature of my own schedule was why I was trying so hard to volunteer in the first place. The other big problem (in my mind, at least) was that I had attempted to volunteer as a mechanic, to do some free labor in an area I had just spent 9 months get certified in. They would get free help, and I would get some really great and relevent experience. What I was actually being handed was a chance to do some free labor in a field in which I had no training or skill, that wouldn't really benefit me in any way, besides providing that vague possibility that maybe, just maybe, someday I would be able to eventually work my way into the hangar to be able to do the kind of stuff I was volunteering to do in the first place. It seemed very... not what I was after.

Meanwhile, around this same time, I'd been in touch via e-mail with the owner of the FBO at the airport in Benson (FBO stands for Fixed Base Operator; FBOs are where you go to rent planes, buy fuel or pilot supplies, etc. They're the party store of aviation). I'd contacted him to get some information about the planes he has for rent. In the course of our correspondence, he mentioned he was looking for an intern to help out around the FBO. After NTMA shot me down and the grounds maintenance thing didn't look promising, the FBO guy offered me the internship. I thought to myself, "Finally, a chance to do something aviation-related, that I can put on a resume," and I jumped on it. After my first weekend on the job, I really got to thinking about the situation. My ideal had been spending my down-time from class out at NTMA, picking up some hands-on experience from some solid Christian missionary guys, so I could say on my resume that I actually had some experience in the field. The reality of things was that I was giving up two of the three days a week I got to spend home alone with my wife, spending just over 3 hours a day in my car, to work for free at a job that would really and truly have zero bearing on my resume. The internship was so far from what I'd originally desired, that I couldn't really find any reason to stick with it for even a second week. So I let it go. And now you know.