I’m sitting in the Schweizer 2-33B strapped, waiting for the tow plane on the grass runway in Randall airport, but for the first time without instructor in the back seat. It’s just me. There is no one to adjust the rudder on takeoff or correct the stick on landing. I’m on my own now, but for some reason I felt a sense of déjà vous. I was concentrated and a little bit tense sitting in the cockpit in the cold Saturday morning, but it was not my first time; actually it was my third first solo in a sailplane.