If I had waited any longer I think Dee would have pushed me out the door.
What a terrible jump! Rob got me a helmet with a large frizzy black wig, which is tradition for graduating students. Excellent. I was a good sport and wore the thing.
So I end up sitting in the middle of a group of divers who are all doing some group thing. I have no idea, but they are getting out at 9,000 a mile away from the airport. They didn't seem to like the fact that I was getting out ahead of them.
I go to put my seatbelt on and there is no clasp on one side! I ask the guy next to me and he says You're Fu**ed". I took the longer side of the belt strap and tied it around my leg strap. Good enough.
As soon as I finished tying my seatbelt the pilot let off the brakes for takeoff and I practically ended up in the lap of the guy who gave the excellent advice on the seatbelt situation. The entire rear of the plane had a good laugh.
Dee got up at around 4,500 and moved to the door. I have no idea what's going on because my jump is supposed to happen at 5,500. At 5,000 she motions for me to climb up and jump out. I freaked a little b/c I don't know why we're 500' lower than expected. I hesitate in the door and think for a moment that she is going to shove me on my way.
So, I dive out the door, sideways, hips nowhere near the correct position. I tumbled around like an idiot for about five seconds then calmed down, leveled off, and pulled. The landing was good.
I caught a lot of crap from EVERYONE about this jump, but I pulled in time and that's the only requirement to pass!
I graduated!!!!
graduation cigar, a Rocky Patel-
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