Today was the first day I got to work with Will (my new horse for those of you that don't know) in a lesson, and I was completely terrified. So the plan was to longe Will first then after ending on a good note, switch over and ride Nightingale. I went walking in to the arena and two pony culters were in there and I panicked. I went walking back out and my head was just swarmed with what if's. Like, what if he hurts someone? What if Kelly doesn't like him? What if he doesn't listen to me? My stomach was knotted and I began shaking. I told my mom I didn't want to do it. There were too many people in the arena and I didn't think I would be able to hold onto him.

Main problem: I was afraid of what other people would think about him and me.

Eventually after I said a few not so nice things to my mom we got in there, and started the lesson. I borrowed Vince's longe rope, which is really wide, and hooked him up. I was listening to what my mom and Kelly were talking about, and Will freaked out and ran off. Well, me not have quick reflexes couldn't hold onto him, and the rope ripped through my hands (which really hurt btw!). THANKFULLY! He didn't run after the pony culters. I caught him, and after being scolded for not doing anything (which made me angry) we started again. Guess what?! HE CAN LONGE! W00T! I don't have to teach him from scratch! His non-racing side needs some work but that will take time.

After getting my arm wrentched off we finally switched over to Nightingale, with a whole 15 minutes left in the lesson. Kelly stayed for an extra 15 minutes, so I could at least get a half hour riding lesson on Nightingale. My ride sucked. It was windy, and nasty, and we think that Gallerie was dying (not randomly shes old and sick) and so Nightingale wouldn't pay attention to me since she could sense it. Bah!

So yes, thats really the only thing that has happened. I have a lot mixed up in my head, so I suppose when I eventually sort it all out I will post it here so I can bore the hell out of any person that reads it (granted no one reads anymore (except myself over and over again)). Well I'm off to finish my Saving Private Ryan essay. Which I put off until... uh... now. And! It's due tomorrow! My motto: Why do it now, when you can always just do it later?

Okay, I'm done.

-Hil