Horses In My Heart

Learning More

By curfew, which I had found out from Courtney (who had actually listened to orientation) was at 11:00, I had found out alot more about my room mates then I had ever known before.

Turns out that including Del and I, Courtney was one of the other scholarship kids except that she was here for Cross Country. Apparently there were two scholarship kids per discipline, 6 in total, 2 for show jumping, 2 for cross country and 2 for dressage. Courtney explained that she had never owned her own horse until 2 months ago. When Mrs. Bluefront had seen the bond and perfection between Courtney and her horse that she was lessoning named Beau (whose show name was Little Boy Blue) at a local horse show, Mrs. Bluefront had bought Beau for Courtney and given her a scholarship. Beau was an 8 year old, 15.7hh, Chestnut, Percheron Thoroughbred cross, and according to Courtney the perfect combination of muscle, draftness, speed and grace. I didn't doubt it, after all, you had to be GOOD to get into Bluefront.

I had also found out that Del's horse Crayola had been abused and she had orginally rescued him so that he could be a lesson horse at her parents riding school. Crayola had been a spooky untrained 3 year old but with lots of hard work Del had turned him into a beautiful show jumper. When it was finally time for Crayola to join the lesson program Del's parents realized that Del had fell in love with him and since he had so much potential and such a great jump, her parents had decided that Del could keep him.

We had decided it was in our best interest not to pull an all nighter, as tempting as it was we had to get up really early. I set my blackberry's alarm for 6;30 so that we had 15 minutes to get ready, then I grabbed Caramel (my stuffed horse) and hugged her to me, falling to sleep almost immediatly, dreaming of Teagan and I in perfect sync as we floated around the course that had led to my scholarship.