The Top 3 Things on Your Current Agenda: Study for calculus, should probably stop being high every day, read a book
The Biggest Life Lesson So Far: “Men are like distances. You don’t take the first one you see.” (George Morris)
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This was honest to God her moment. The buzzer rang and she nearly died - the first fence would be easy but she had seen others go before her. She needed to beat 36.49 seconds. There were only two other people who had not dropped a rail and the pressure was really on.
She rode up to the first one and it was nothing but elegant, then the second. Three strides in between the green oxer and then the vertical on the other side. After the oxer she would have to sit up immediately to get over the vertical without knocking a rail. Thankfully she passed that test. But this was only a few jumps in and she had four more. Now the last one was what got people. It was a wide oxer with a liverpool beneath it and giant wings on the side and it was the last jump where everyone had knocked a rail.
The time was getting too close, way too close and she was riding up to the last fence. 32 seconds and counting. It was like a rush, a blur a chance she had to take. One more stride. 33 seconds and she somehow managed to get she and her horse over the jump. It was a stride early but she could feel the tremendous animal seem to coil up beneath her like a spring and he rocket forward and she let her hands drop on either side of his neck to give him freedom.
The time was nearly there and each passing moment seemed like an hour instead of just a few seconds however she had made it through the buzzer. A clean round and upon landing the horse launched himself forwards in a leaping stride making it through at the time of 35.58 Perhaps it was when cheering from fellow stablemates could be heard that she looked up at the time and a hand came down, rubbing the animal’s neck as they bolted away from the last jump.
That moment had been filled with an immense sense of both pride and joy and there was no one else she could thank specifically. Of course her parents for the funding, her trainer and most of all her partner who took the chance with her. Yet, a moment that had been so pleasant at the time was difficult to think about now. She hadn’t been able to ride too much for the past few years. Things were supposed to be focused on her studies and Somerset wasn’t a huge fan of letting students get off of campus to often.
In moving to Somerset she had to sell her horse. Although the time to part ways had seemed to come as she would have needed a different mount if she had competed any further it was a bitter sweet goodbye. Her final show. She had been jumping on that horse for a few years by then and they had moved up through the ranks together and watching him get walked out of the stables and into the trailer was one of the most heartbreaking moments of her life. However, she still managed to be happy - she got to see where he was planning on going with the future. His new rider absolutely adored him yet there was a bit of her that felt as though she needed him back.
It was the nostalgia, that was what she had blamed it on. She was unable to ride anymore and watching an animal she had been so close to and loved so much no longer be within a ten minute drive was crushing. Although now she would hardly think of it unless within a troubling time or between hazes of smoke.
If that’s what you think, then why are you trying to make a case for the other side? Because greatness cannot be taught, especially by those who are so complacent just being mediocre. Any girl trying out to be a cheerleader know what is involved, and if they don’t take the initiative to do what it takes to get on the team - i.e. learn a fucking cartwheel - then they aren’t worthy of the spot. I’m looking for kickass cheerleaders, not minions.
The world tolerates a lot more than it should. I don’t see how you don’t see this as an opportunity. Capitalize on the fact they haven’t had proper training, get them properly trained and mold them into dumb little minions.
“I guess it’s quicker to watch 8 movies than to re-read 7 books, but there’s so much that’s forgotten and it’s just saddening. I don’t think any editing and effects can make what you experienced reading come to life.”
“That’s true but, hey. I don’t know. People don’t like to pick up a book. I still refuse to actually do any online Kindle reading. Just not the same as reading an actual book although I don’t do it often.”
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