*I wrote all this and then went back and read it. Sorry for the rambling train of thought. Just typed it as it came out of my head.
And I think I'm sweating (literally) more now than I was training for my PPL. We've done 6 hours in the plane and about the same in the sim. I just wrapped up a 2 hour sim session this evening, I was drenched when we were done. I feel pretty good but man, it's stressful learning all this stuff.
I flew an 'actual' clearance in the sim today. Had to takeoff, intercept a victor airway, then an intersection on another airway, then given a hold on a radial, then cleared to a circling approach to minimums. He made me do it all on the 'fly'. The only part I planned prior to take off was the heading to the intersection. Once there, he gave me a radial off a local VOR, I had to find the frequency on the chart and figure out how to get there, then he told me I was going to hold there for a while and then land at a nearby airport, so I had to pull the approach plate, find all the info and then he 'cleared me' for the approach. It actually went really well and to be honest, I had fun.
I think the stress is my CFII is really beating me up. Not in a bad way, but he's really riding me to keep my altitude perfect, the needles perfectly centered, etc. He won't even accept a 10' altitude deviation without bitching at me. If it sounds like I'm complaining, I'm not. I appreciate that he's ingraining into me the need to be precise.
That and he's a total asshole always trying to distract me.
He always pulled crap like that in my PPL training. I'd be listening to the tower read me my take-off clearance and he'd pop off with random stuff about his weekend. Or I'd be in the middle of a steep turn and he'd start talking about something his dog did. It took a couple times before I realized he was doing it on purpose and once I told him to shut up, he did. That was his whole point.
I really enjoy flying with him. He's a great guy, not in it for the money or a career. He just likes teaching people how to fly. When we fly in my plane, I practically have to shove cash in his pocket. He thinks I'm crazy because I 'enjoy' when he screws with me. I just really like learning.
I'm kind of afraid of what's going to happen when I finish my IR. I think I'm going to learn how to fly a tail dragger. Maybe some aerobatics. And then there's a helicopter school in the same building...