I might add that I'm kind of a sissy fellow who gets scared pretty easy, but for some reason I was relaxed and glad to get out of the airplane safely.
Using a well-trained amateur radio voice, I called "Mayday Mayday" and scared the daylights out of some students on the frequency, so they told me later.
While pulling the canopy back, the left parachute strap came off my shoulder. I fixed it tight. Real tight! Being concerned about busting my head on the tail, I walked out halfway on the left wing by the star, relaxed, and was swept off.
All I could think about was telling the big story that night.