Well first of all there is 2 different aspects to flight school. You have time spent in the aircraft and then you have what is literally called ground school. Time spent in the aircraft is pretty self explanatory, your basically flying the plane. Ground school is a different ball game. In ground school, they teach you basic airman knowledge. Things like calculating fuel burn, radio chatter, weight and balance distribution, navigation and plotting, understanding the flight instruments, etc.. But anyway, I had acquired 11 hours of flight time and I completed ground school. My instructor said I need to get my medical license. I needed a third class medical license to fly the planes I was flying, but, wanting the most out of it, I requested a first class. I used to have seizures as a kid. They were induced by flashing lights. The night before I made the appointment for my physical, all my friends and family told me that if I said ANYTHING about it, even if I still ended up flying, it would cause some major headaches. I knew that the FAA (Federal Aviation Administration) would not investigate me unless I gave them reason to do so. So I went to the doctor’s office the next day fully intent on lying. My reason was because I looked at my life, and realized that despite all the dreams and aspirations I had, I never pursued any of them. It seems like yesterday I was still in high school. I always felt like I had SO much energy and nothing to devote it to. In elementary school, I was a gung ho student that always studied in his free time. As I got older, I began to make friends and found myself not caring about my studies. But anyway, back on topic. I also felt like I never had anything to be proud of. But as I sat in the lobby waiting for the doctor, I realized that this was my dream. And if I was going to achieve it or anything worth having for that matter, I was not going to base it off a lie. As he called me in, I was still fighting it in my head about what to do. I decided to wait for his results first. He passed me. After that I decided to tell him. This guy was a doctor, Lieutenant Colonel in the Amry Reserves, General in the USAF, a commercial Pilot, and a member of the FAA. I mean I wouldn't be surprised if the guy invented fire at some point too. Anyway, he submitted everything I gave him to the FAA. They said that I had to find the Neurologist I went to as a kid and have 10 tests done to me. Upon doing my research, I learned that the cheapest test was $800. With the help of my parents, I learned that the doctor I had seen as a kid had retired. So I picked another Neurologist. I went in for a preliminary and he said that the tests I was required to take covered 5 major portions of my brain. He said based on my medical history, at least 3 major portions of my brain will have abnormal brain waves and that there was a 90% chance I would fail and be told no. I was ready to do whatever it took, I was pleading with him for medication, brain surgery, something, anything. He said there was nothing he could do. So at that point I was at the crossroads. Do I spend the next year saving up all this money just to be told no? I reluctantly stopped pursuing it. I not allowed to fly alone as a result, but that hasn't stopped me from going to the airfield, renting a plane and flying around with my old instructor sitting in the passenger seat. It's expensive, so I really only do it when I wanna clear my head and get away from everything. Something about flying and looking off into the sunset with only my thoughts is very therapeutic for me.