My first flight is still so memorable because it took place BEFORE my graduation and it was alsolutely hysterical.
The class I was in (36 of us) was the first of four. Wardair was on a hiring blitz because they had no reserve coverage and another 747-200 was expected to join the fleet within a few months. Just days before our graduation my class were to take a fan flight. Eager and wide-eyed we all hopped on board early in the am and took our seats, and waited...and waited...and waited. Toronto was socked in with fog and no one was going anywhere.
By mid-afternoon the operating crew were running out of duty day as was one other Wardair crew in YYZ. No reserves remember? When the crews walked, management made some quick calls to MOT, and ultimately "volunteered" us as the replacement crew. Since we had written our exams already it was approved. Did I mention we were in civies? I had on a pair of burgundy velvet pants and long sleeved top. Two of our instructors, who were In-charges working in training department, took charge of each crew who at this moment were in full panic.
I was selected to operate to BGI and back on a 707. None of us were in uniform, and other than the drafted In-charge, no one had a clue how to do each service and work flows were to be covered the next day in class. That poor In-charge was half a head of hair lighter by the time we got back to YYZ the next morning. However, I can say with confidence that the passengers never had just a horrible flight, yet never enjoyed one more. We were given a round of applause by the passengers at the end of each leg and were the most proud, screwed-up crew to ever walk off an airplane. My velvet pants were retired the next day
To tell you all the things we messed up or bungled through would read as a short novel. My first flight in uniform was the day after graduation and I felt like an old hand. Of course I learned then the extent to which we had "not followed procedures" on the previous foray. How were we to know that coke was not an ingredient in the special punch we served or that the steak didn't need an hour to cook thoroughly?