My solo was in a little Gazelle and my instructor pulled the 'no warning you're going solo now' trick which we probably a good thing in hindsight. I tried to be as methodical as possible but the excitement and fear is a powerful thing. I distinctly remember hitting a tiny bit of turbulence on the climb out which nearly resulted in a 'downwind' of another kind even though it wasn't really that big. I also remember being on the downwind leg totally overwhelmed by it all and then realising I was a 100ft high before turning base but still brought it in without too much trouble. Nothing compares to going solo!!