I usually come away from gun skool bemoaning my suckage.
This is the first time I've gone home after Training Day 1 feeling like not only have I learned something on that day, but that I've also shown marked, noticeable improvement since last year's class from drilling myself on the lessons taught. I'm actually feeling pretty good about my performance, having done things I wasn't sure I could do under any pressure.
Seriously, my first run at the FAST Drill cold this morning was a half second off my best time two years ago, despite the previous time being at the end of Training Day 2, and despite the previous best time being with a super-bitchin' custom 1911 of the type that I'd used for the past ten years, as opposed to this time, with a nearly-stock M&P9 like I've been using for the past thirteen months...
...and this despite a botched reload that could have been timed with a sundial. (Protip: Getting a big ol' handful of cotton chambray shirt will slow your reload right the heck down.)