Personal Essay:
I walk through the doors and feel the sand squish under my boots. A refreshingly chilly breeze blows through the arena with the smell of rain. In my right hand is the rope, folded over twice so that it doesn’t drag. The clic-clack of the horses hooves die away as he walks in behind me and I can feel his warm breath on my elbow. This is what I wait for all week. I walk the horse into the center of the arena and start to warm up. We back up a few steps, I put pressure behind his shoulder so he steps one back leg over the other, and then I flip the rope over his head a few times. He tosses his head in protest, but he tolerates the rope swinging through the air. He’s listening, we’re ready. Over by the door is a child who has also been waiting all week for this, we line up by the mounting block and the kid slides on the horse. “Walk on” they say, and so we walk. We walk in circles, we walk in lines, sometimes we walk too fast and we back up, and …show more content…
I’ve stayed and committed ___ hours of my time and counting because I’m always happy there. Even on a stressful night when we don’t have enough volunteers or a horse has a laceration and can’t work that night I love it. I can step up and lead, I can substitute a horse in, assure all the horses are equipped with tack that fits them, and that they arrive in the arena on time. I can manage the barn just as well as lead the horses in the arena. By staying late and coming in multiple times a week I’ve also learned how to handle all of the horses, even the ones that need designated handlers. I’ve worked diligently to be as useful as I can be to help the riders, furthermore just because I can handle all the horses now does not mean I’ve stopped wanting to learn and become more knowledgeable about horsemanship. Now I go to schooling to help test out trial
I walk through the doors and feel the sand squish under my boots. A refreshingly chilly breeze blows through the arena with the smell of rain. In my right hand is the rope, folded over twice so that it doesn’t drag. The clic-clack of the horses hooves die away as he walks in behind me and I can feel his warm breath on my elbow. This is what I wait for all week. I walk the horse into the center of the arena and start to warm up. We back up a few steps, I put pressure behind his shoulder so he steps one back leg over the other, and then I flip the rope over his head a few times. He tosses his head in protest, but he tolerates the rope swinging through the air. He’s listening, we’re ready. Over by the door is a child who has also been waiting all week for this, we line up by the mounting block and the kid slides on the horse. “Walk on” they say, and so we walk. We walk in circles, we walk in lines, sometimes we walk too fast and we back up, and …show more content…
I’ve stayed and committed ___ hours of my time and counting because I’m always happy there. Even on a stressful night when we don’t have enough volunteers or a horse has a laceration and can’t work that night I love it. I can step up and lead, I can substitute a horse in, assure all the horses are equipped with tack that fits them, and that they arrive in the arena on time. I can manage the barn just as well as lead the horses in the arena. By staying late and coming in multiple times a week I’ve also learned how to handle all of the horses, even the ones that need designated handlers. I’ve worked diligently to be as useful as I can be to help the riders, furthermore just because I can handle all the horses now does not mean I’ve stopped wanting to learn and become more knowledgeable about horsemanship. Now I go to schooling to help test out trial