The flight crew probably did not go to Embry-Riddle. When it's a Riddle crew up front, the flight is flawless and the landings are always perfect. At Riddle, they told us how much respect we are going to command in this industry because of our alma matter.
The only mistake you will find a Riddle grad has ever made was wasting all of that money down in Daytona Beach. After that, the brainwashing takes over and we are convinced that we are the best.
While people at other colleges were wasting their time meeting girls and going to parties in their spare time, we would go to any airport and watch airplanes land. We had to go to one where there are no Riddle planes, because it gets boring watching perfection. We would then go back to our dorms and circle-jirk over the latest edition of Flying magazine.
Forget spring break, give me the MD-90 simulator anyday. I am the envy of all of my fellow flight instructors back here in the "world". They ooooh and aaah when I tell them how hard it is to fly. Then I go to my car, the one with all of the ERAU stickers plastered all over it, and get out the sim manual. I charge people to look at it. They are even more impressed with jumpseat stories from my days as an intern.
The girls are impressed when I tell them I'm an instructor pilot and attended the Harvard of the Skies.
When I grow up, I want to follow in the footsteps of the Riddle professors. After spending many years in the industry always chasing but never acquiring the job I'm after, I will become an alcoholic and teach at Riddle, promising my pupils that they will ALL be 777 captains one day.
I bet you wish you were me.