“Stapleton Approach, Piper Niner-Four-Eight-Two-Charlie, twenty miles north, inbound for landing with information Kilo.” It sounded good, and I had read it verbatim from the script I had written down on my kneeboard before I took off, so I was dreading the rapid-fire response I was sure to get. I quickly keyed the mic again, amending my call with, “student pilot.”