I walked to the door, looked down, got into position, dove and...
...flopped around like a paper bag in the breeze. Whoops.
I got stable, practiced some tracking, pulled on time, and checked to make sure the canopy was steerable. It was.
Hey, this is pretty neat, I thought. I can see the freaking ocean! I never noticed that before.
I started to sing...
...but my common sense put a stop to that within seconds.
As I got closer to my entry pattern, I spotted two flags in the (student) landing area.
See those flags? I told myself. You're going to land right between them. Its not windy at all, so your downwind and final approaches should be about the same size. So enter the pattern near the flags and you'll end up between them.
The downwind approach went great, but my final approach seemed too close to the runway.
You idiot! I thought. Get away from that thing before the plane comes!
You're a menace! I thought. Can't you do anything right?
I knew better than to fix my eyes on the tetrahedron. Instead I focused on a patch to the left and gently steered away. Soon the ground zoomed up, I flared and...
Then again, I managed to get my foot caught in the parachute lines as I boarded the shuttle back to the drop zone buildings. Tsk tsk. I should know better by now.