My dear Flight Training students,
I'd like to assign the first reading journal task from the periodical Flight Training 03.12.
I'd like you write the story "Trading Places" from the father's point - of -view in 150-200 words. In other words, if the father in the story told what had happened that day, how would he do that?
You may want to begin with a sentence like this: "I was with my son in a rented Cessna 172 on a Friday night headed to Las Vegas..."
Your journals are due
next Wednesday (March, 13).
Late journal
entries will not be accepted. All journal entries
should be done on the web. Pen-and-paper submissions will be returned.
Looking forward to reading the father's account of the story,
Have a great week!
Sinem teacher
My son his pal Brad Bruno and I were in the rented Cessna 172. The three of us had taken off from Long Beach California on a Friday night and we were headed to Las Vegas. Brad and my son had just turned 21 and I was riding shotgun coming along to show them the ropes at the casinos.
YanıtlaSilWe weren't even halfway to Las Vegas counting taillights on the 91 Freeway east of Corona. The 172's instrument panel lights began dimming at first much like your car dashboard lights might auto adjust to a darkening evening then they made subtle flickers and pulses. The radios began to fade and sound garbled the voice of the air traffic controller became more distant the volume deteriorating along with the flickering instrument ligthts.
When my son looked over to me for assistance I appered more nervous than he was. I wasn't a pilot. Neither was Brad. Neither of us had been a small airplane before tonigth. In fact it was my son's first cross-country flight since getting his private pilot certificate the week before.
Brad began to move around nervously in the Cessna's backseat and he poked his head up front looking to hear some reassuring news. My son peered down at the bottom left side of the Cessna's yoke to see that the alternator failed. He cycled the left-hand side of the master switch in an attempt because of a reason which I don't know. It did not work he said. I was just watching what he was doing.
My son's face was getting red. He was breathing faster and he wanted some water. After drinking it he took a few moments to tell Brad and me our status. I am sure that the engine will continue to run as long as we have gas he said.
I smiled at my son but I had known that it was not a real smile. I was so anxious. As the airplane became completely dark the engine continued to run as mys on said. We put our collective faith in the Cessna. We agreed We would fly back to Long Beach instead of landing on the nearest little strip of pavement and having to stay in a motel or take a cab back to Long Beach. My son started to apply the things that we decided. Now there was just a few lights in aircraft.
We had become silent. I could understand taht my son was sad but he was trying not to show his unhappiness us. He was just trying to land us safely. I was frustrated. Actually I was angry with my son because he had finished flight school and we were in a emergency now. In fact there were nothing that he could do but I wanted to find a guilty becaouse of my feeling.
We were just hearing the voice of the propeller. Brad's head was in the front seat between mine and my son's. The three of us willing our tiny airplane safely home. On normal flight pilots are scruntinized by their passengers on how smooth their landings are. In an emergency nobodty cares how you get on the ground as long as you can walk away from it.
On the horizon I saw a solid-green light in the direction of the airport tower bright enough to view from our position. Long Beach was telling us that tge runway was clear for us to land. We were approaching the runway and it was brightly litting.
One green light more was sent from tower. I and Brad sat perfectly still an advertisement for calm airline passengers on the in-flight safety movie our hearts silently pounding away.
I said Is that it? We are on the ground? and out came a windy sigh of relief. In the light of the white runway centerline lights we saw the deep wrinkles in the center of his forehead thin and shallow a calm immediately after our return to the Earth.
We all gave power to each other at that night but it was more important for my son. Because he was thinking that I had never given power before. Also I had never thrusted as that night before.
I bought them something to eat at the diner down the road from the airport after my son made a quick phone call to Long Beach Tower thanking them for their help. They were just glad that everything was OK. Then we hopped into my truck and we drove all nights to Las Vegas. I was tired but I insisted on driving the whole way.
Alper, you could have kept the narrative from the father's point of view shorter by just summarizing the story. However, you've written the story as if the narrator is the father. Well done, keep up the good work:)
SilI was with my son in a rented Cessna 172on a friday night headed to Las Vegas .My son graduated from flight school just two week ago then he started job an airline company .My son and I decided to go to Las Vegas in order to celibrate his graduation .I was very excited because ı have never seen my son in the cokpit before .My son also was very excited because this flight was his first cross-country flight .Finally we took off from Long Beach airport at 9:00 pm .Everything was fine we were happy in 15 minutes of our extraordinary flight but after 15 minutes 172’s instrument panel light broken down .Aeroplane became completely dark .I was shocked and litle bit anxious .My son immediately call ATC. My son took fright I can understand easily.I have to help to him .My son is not experienced pilot but he faced a lot of emergency situation during his training . He can cope with this problem but I felt compelled to help him nevertheless because if he feel my confidence with him he will be relax so that he can give correct decisions .We agreed we would fly back to California ATC knew our emergency situation .Then we aproach the airport we could not see anything in the cokpit but we could see solid-green light in the direction of the airport tower .My son landed on the Cessna 172 perfectly .We became calm after return the earht .I remember that moment specifially . The best pilots in the world to me my son is no longer.I proud of my son.
YanıtlaSilThat really sounds like the father's account of the story. I like the ending very much. I am very happy that you grasped the story that well. Good job Serkan!I am proud of you...
SilToday my son will have his first cross-country fligth. Since he got his certificate the week before that's not surprising.
YanıtlaSilI also will attend this flight so does brad bruno a friend of my son.I don't remember exactly the name of the plane but i guess it was something like
chestak something.My son will take us to las vegas or so we thought.after some timein the air i saw the fear in my boy's eyes and tried to motivate him.after a while
in the air something went wrong.The lights in the plane went dark and i saw my son get terrified but i was in a worst state then him.I wanted to swear inside but the only thing i can do is to smile.
I saw my son looking at me and trying to voice me over.I think my son felt that i was scared and somehow i could sense he somesort of hightened? My memory is not that good. As he tried to land us somehow
confident that my son will land us safely.Then i pretended that i didn't hear anything see anything till we started to lose attitude.then i felt some kind o impact not strong enought to crash to the ground but
too light for us to land safely.I asked my son to verify that did we land or not.and I realized that it was true for me to count on my son with my life.
Kaya, you have well understood how might the father have felt in that incident...well done! Just a little note about your story:
SilThe story begins as if the flight has not happened yet but then suddenly the father starts telling what happened during the flight. This is distracting for the reader to follow what you have written.
Keep up your good work:)
It was a good Friday night to take a trip to Las Vegas.I wanted to show my trust to my son about his skills.I was proud of him,because he had got his private pilot certificate last week.Me, my son and Brad rented a cessna and began to our crazy journey.It all was seemed okay.The weather was appropriate for flight.Moon and stars were shining.Our rented cessna was seemed a little bit old ,but ı did not care much about it.For first ten minute of flight was quite good.Then suddenly,when we were not even halfway to Vegas,panel lights began dimming,radio was silent.I got shocked.I guessed battery of plane is dead,and there was nothing ı could.I looked at my son ,he was looking at me too.I was not a pilot,I could not do anything.He seemed to me like a ten year old of his.I was telling myself ‘’how could I let him taking to Vegas by that plane?’’.I was thinking we were going to die.But the my son had changed.I saw the man that ı needed to see.He closed all electrical devices.We need to make a decision.Should we land on somewhere below or should we go back home?By the decision all of us, we changed our rotate to the home.I was frightened and anxious but I hid my feelings to my son.Then I saw Long Beach Tower.Somehow my son told them that we were about to land.And then we were on the ground.I could not believe.I said ‘’Is that it?we’re on the ground?’’I was really exhausted because of fear.After my son made a phone call thanking them for their help.I decided we should eat something after all these chaos.A man is always happy when he is full.I did not let our night become a bpring night.So I offered them going to Vegas by my truck.They accepted but ı have got one condition; I was going to drive and I did.
YanıtlaSilÖykü, the father's story couldn't be better:) I enjoyed reading this version of the story a lot, especially the parts when the father saw the man he needed to see during the flight. You somehow created a father character like when he thought "A man is always happy when he is full"
SilI'm impressed by your creativity...Not mentioning some grammar mistakes though...
Thank you
I was with my son in a rented Cessna 172 on a Friday night headed to Las Vegas with Brad who is my son's pal. My son and Brad had just turned 21, and I was riding shotgun, coming along to show them the ropes at the casinos. We had not reached to Las Vegas yet, and there had been much time to reach there. Firstly, the 172's instrument panel lights began dimming, then they made subtle flickers and pulses. There was a problem , but i should not have showed my worries because the pilot who flied with this ailrcraft was my son and i should have been the man who he had trusted without any doubt, and I should have showed him that also I had trusted him. When I looked my son, my son also looking over me.He seemed so nervous, but I was more nervous than him. I believe that he is a good pilot, but he was a new pilot, and he had got his private pilot sertificate. Brad began to move around nervously in the Cessna's backseat. I did not know what was happening. He tried something I could not understand, but he seemed that he knew what he should have done. I was so nervous, then I noticed that my son was sweating. Yes, there was a big problem, and he told us the status. Then I forced myself to give a smile on my face. I had no control, nothing substantial to offer to the situation. Then we agreed that we would fly back to Long Beach. He did some controls I could not understand, and there were just the beacon and navigation lights. Flying in the dark sky made me anxious, but I believed, had to believe that my son would do the best. Then one green light seemed. This meant that we were about the airport. Then Long Beach Tower sent one green light again, to assure our landing clearence. Brad and I sat perfectly still, and my son pulled the yoke, brought the throttle to idle, and put the airplane into a gentle flare for a no flaps landing. Then I was so happy, either my son and Brad. At that time, I again remember that my son is a great pilot, and this is my son, and he deserves more trust than I trusted at first time. I bought them something to eat at dinner down the road from the airport. Then we hooed into my truck, and we drove all night to Las Vegas. I was tired, but I drove the whole way because I love my truck ;)
YanıtlaSilMükerrem, you've written the story as if the father is the narrator. Well done! I liked the ending part the best because you have added some touch of your imagination...Great job:)
SilMy son, his friend and me rent a Cessna 172 for a journey. Our arrival point was California .Destination point was Las Vegas. My son get pilot license just one week ago. Something happened wrong and I was nervous. Then my son started laughing like a crazy. He must have been more serious. My son was using the aircraft himself. He looked outside and he realized that the alternator was failed. He called me but I could not response. I forced myself to laugh. We changed our decision and we went back to long beach. My son changed our transponder code to indicate to ATC that we’d had a radio failure and began a gradual descent toward the west. After a moment we got silent. Suddenly my son overflowed. We wished to back home safely. Our gasoline almost finished. Finally, we were on the ground at the same time I had to believe my son. Fortunately we were together. We ate something. Even if we were tired, I drove the truck. When we arrived to Las Vegas, I was exhausted.
YanıtlaSilBurakhan, you have understood the story very well, so I read a nicely written summary from the father's point of view. Your story needs some grammatical corrections but I appreciate your effort and your creativity. Well done!
SilMy son and I decided to go to Las Vegas in order to show the ropes at the casinos.My son just had taken his private pilot certificate about a week ago.So, we decided to rent a small plane which was Cessna 172.However,we had taken off from Long Beach to Las Vegas with myson and my son’s friend on a Friday night.Everything was normal for me until dashboard lights began to dimming and radio sounds started to fade and garbled.I was not sure that what was wrong with the plane.I am not pilot even this was my first flight.My son checked the battery and reboot the system, but nothing happened.I was starting to get nervous because we could not communicate with anyone and when I looked at my son’s eye also he was very anxious.He said our engine was working smoothly,but electric systems were gone.He said we should get back to Long Beach and make emergency landing and we agreed.Our lifes were depending on his pilot skills.We started to approach airport slowly and eventually he landed the plane perfectly.I was feeling so relieved and so was my son.After eating some snack in the airport,I started to drive my truck to Las Vegas because I thought this was the safest way to go to there.
YanıtlaSilThat is a very compact version of the story. I especially enjoyed reading the very last sentence. You did a good job Mahmut:)
SilThat was a good night to go Las Vegas with my son and Brad who is my son's pal. My son has just got his private pilot certificate. We wanted to fly with the Cessna 172 from Long Beach, California to Las Vegas. We left my truck at the airport and we took off from there with 172. After a while, suddenly my son started to worry because of a reason we could not understand. There was a problem but he could not tell us at first. We saw that the radios began to fade and sound garbled; the voice of the air traffic controller became more distant, the volume deteriorating along with the flickering instrument light. I was so nervous and also Brad was, but we could not understand what was happening because we were not pilots, just as a pilot my son was there. Altough I was worry I had to trust my son, and I trusted him. When he saw us that we were anxious, he explained what was happening. Yes, there was a problem with engines. We were more nervous than my son, but I totally trusted to my son. He understtod how we feeled, so he tried to make us calm. I forced myself to smile. Then we agreeed that we should turned back. In the dark sky with the bright stars, we were flying. Brad and I sat and waited what would happen. Then a green light seemed. We were reached again to Long Beach , and the green light were coming from the tower of Long Beach. We landed gently to the airport. I was nervous, but I trsuted to my son. He was a good pilot, and I am his dad. After landing, I bought something to eat , and we went on with my truck to Las Vegas.
YanıtlaSilAhmet,you have well understood how to switch the points of view in the story. I was very pleased while I was reading the story as if the father was the narrator. If you want to check some grammar mistakes, we can read your story again. Well done Ahmet!
SilI was with my son and his friend's Brad Bruno in a rented Cessna 172 on a Friday night headed to Las Vegas because we wanted to enjoy.My son got his private pilot certificate the week before then he started job an airline company.That fligt was our first flying with son,also it was I and my son's first cross-country fligt.When we were not even halfway to Las Vegas,my son said the 172's instrument panel ligts did not work normally so i,my son and his friends were very nervous that position.I smiled forced my son.I think that it affected my son because he seemed a little bit anxious then we aggreed what we did this problem so we could fly back to Long Beach which we took off from runway.My son changed our transponder code to indicate to ATC which we'd had a radio failure.He also turned off all of the electronics then we flew in the dark and we had become silent.I was frustrated.We did not see anything else in the outside because of darking and when we came nearest the runway,we saw a green light.My son settled to land our airplane.When we landed on the ground i said "Is that it?We are on the ground?".I was very scared but we were alive.After i bought something to eat because i thought my son and his friend felt hungry.I prode of my son because it was his first experience and he was very successful for this huge problems.He also saved our lives,and i thanked,thank,and will thank to God.I did not give up to enjoy so we rode my antique truck,and we drove all the night to Las Vegas although we were tired.
YanıtlaSilMalik, you have written a great story out of the story I assigned. We need to edit some of the vocabulary and grammar and yet your story runs smoothly. You managed to keep the tension high so, it was very exciting to read this account of the story. Weel done!
SilDuring the my life, I wanted to be pilot ,however I did not do it not only economic reasons ,but also some situation which is related to my healt.Even though I did not become a pilot, I helped to my son for being a pilot.I can say that I tried to provide him everything .At the end of the this prosess, he became a pilot.Maybe it was one of the best thing which I saw in the world for me .That day not only for my son but also is the most important day because my son had first cross country flight since getting private pilot certificate the week before.When he got in the aircraft ,he got nervous.I could read from his face.Therefore, I gave some words to be able to gain self confidence and strength and then he controled everything which is essential part for flight.After these thing, he did to take off .In my opinion, that was the most hardest one for him because when he did it, he was getting sweat.By the way I was as nervous as my son. Although these thing ,he could achieve to take off as individual.After we flighted about an hour, he rotated the aircarft toward the runway.In this time,he also got nervous for landing.To overcome this situation, I gave him more trust like you can do it ,we are counting on you and then he landed to the runway safely.When the wheels of the aircraft touched the ground,I said to myself that this was the best thing I have ever done.
YanıtlaSilAlper, I enjoyed reading your story a lot because you have created a father character that is not present in the story I assigned. You have obviously viewed the whole story through the father's eyes and feelings. There are some parts you need to revise though... Great work, well done!
SilI was with my son in a rented Cessna 172 on a friday night.My son and Brad had just turned 21. My son and I decided to go to Las Vegas. .I was very excited nervous because I have never gone to Las Vegas and he had got his private pilot certificate last week.we took off from Long Beach airport at 9:00 pm .We were happy in 15 minutes of our extraordinary flight but after 15 minutes 172’s instrument panel light broken down .Aircraft became completely dark and silent. My son immediately call ATC.We need to make a decision.We land on somewhere below or we go back origin. Then Long Beach Tower sent one green light again, to assure our landing clearence. My son landed on the Cessna 172 excellent .We became calm and we were happy .I noticed about my son 'my son is a great pilot.' We hopped into my truck and we drove all nights to Las Vegas. I was tired but I dont care because we were alive.
YanıtlaSilA very neat and enjoyable summary from the father's viewpoint. Very good Buğrahan, well done!
SilIt was a friday night , we rented a cessna 172 with my son and his pal to g oto Lasvegas from California.After the taking offf , like half hour , panel lights began dimming at first then the radio began to fade and we did not hear the atc. I realised some thing was wrong , the looked my son’s face.He was trying tos mile but he was nervous as well it was obvious.He was diong some thing to comminicate with atc and he was chaning position of the switchs regularyly , then we lost all lights in the cockpit.We was flying in the dark sky with the birght . The only think that i had to do was to thrust my son and i did exactly like that.Then we started to descent.I saw a green light coming from far away. I did not what it means but i might have been a positive signal and we were doing something true.I was really nervous about because of approaching the ground and we might not have had any other chance.While i was thinking all of these , i felt a shake , when i looked outside we were on the ground , i could not believe my eyes and i asked to my son whether we were on the ground or not , thankfully we were.We continued rest of our way with my truck.After this trip i decied i never use a plane again for a trip.I think the safest way is high way.I am really too old for a new these kind of excitements.
YanıtlaSilOlçum, the ending of your story is really amusing. I can imagine a really frightened father after the twist of events during the flight. Well done!
Sil
YanıtlaSiltoday is a special day today my son will have first cross-country flight.We was trying to go las vegas.so we went to landing zone then my son turn in to a pilot. there was a my sons friend he was good looking thrustable man.after saying hi my son take control.
.then my son introduce the aircraft she said this is one of the clasics it is cessna 172.when he doing that something happens.My son pretent like nothing hapens but , he is my son ı figure out what will gonna happen.
My son try to control plane ı've never seen him like this way.he was brave as lion.When loosing attitude ı looked my sons face for seeing him last time before died.then he looked my for give me courage .
then he stabilize plane .he wıll be good pilot.when we was starting landing ı congurulate my son.After landing ı kissed earth .there was a truck which was waited for us .we start this travel with my sons style but we finished it with my way
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Mengü, your story needs revising but I enjoyed reading it. You summarized the story very well, and especially the last part when the father started the journey "with his son's style and finished his way" is quite amusing:)
SilWell done!
I was with my son in a rented Cessna 172 on a Friday night headed to Las Vegas and his best friend Brad Bruno was alongside us. I was very excited because my very beloved son just had his private pilot license and I had the chance of being with him in his first cross country flight. In the morning of the flight day, I have learnt that our flight was going to be delayed to late hours of the day. It was a surprising news for me because I had never been in a night flight. At the beginning of flight I was sitting of on my seat with peace of mind. After a little time, cockpit light began to show some problems. At first, I thought it is a normal thing to happen like it happens every flight. I did not understand why light were dimming, nor my son look like he did. He tried some procedure to fix the lights, but nothing had changed. I tried to look confident and sure that he can fix it, there were not going to happen. It was so hard to stay calm and not frightened, I was really nervous. My son probably understand that i began to scare, which is not a desirable situation for a father while he is with his son. After that, he explained the situation to us and talked with ATC. He decided to fly back. I cannot even look anywhere, everywhere was pitch black and there was no light. After a while, he told that we were about to land. I was still thinking that we could die. Later I could not believe that we landed safely and asked my son that if it is over or not. It was the most dreadful event of my life. Even I do not know if it was my son did something wrong or it was the plane faulty, I do believe that it was a mistake to take a trip with a rookie pilot.
YanıtlaSilThis version of the story gets an "A" from the teacher:)
Silit was good night.I was with my son and his friend Brad in a rented Cessna 172 on a Friday night headed to Las Vegas.My son received private pilot licence a few week ago.Then our trip started and we were going to Las Vegas.Everything was very good we all were happy and my son was proud because he achieved and became pilot but at that moment something wrong occured in aircraft and we worried about it.My son was inexperienced and also he was afraid.He looked me and he will want to help but I do not have any idea about flight or aircraft.I realized that I must help him and I just belived him.He felt this, solved problem and he saved our lifes.I was proud of my son, as a father, it's just amazing.Then we ate something together.My son feel good about himself because he achieved and I understood he realized first time that I trust him, because I saw paper how written by my son.
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SilTaha, I am proud of you! It is thrilling to read your version of the story, both carefully read and carefully written. Some parts need revising but I can see that you can do a very good job when you make up your mind. Well done
YanıtlaSilHocam bir yanlışımız mı oldu yorumunuzu sildiniz sanki ilk yorumunuz daha olumluydu:)) bilmiyorum çok da iyi hatırlamıyorum ama I try to be better o zaman.
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