Horseless

This is my first attempt at reverting to posting on a regular basis. See? It's possible! Although I suppose I should give it a few weeks before I start feeling accomplished.

I realized that it's been a while since I've mentioned life on the ranch. Technically, I was supposed to have become Trina's full-time tutor at the beginning of the year, transitioning away from my position as a ranch hand to help her with her first semester of college.

Which I did. For a couple of weeks, I no longer worked in the barn at all, and instead helped Trina with her assignments, studying, and test preparations. Until she dropped all her classes and decided she didn't want to be in school.

Yeah. There's a long, ridiculous story there. But suffice to say that it ends with her being more or less aimless in life, and me going back to barn work until grad school.

I can't say I'm displeased. As rewarding as tutoring can be, and as much as I enjoy teaching, Trina is one of the least motivated students I've ever met, to the point of being obstinate. Debbie doesn't help matters, caving to the idea that Trina "just isn't smart enough" and that she needs her hand held in order to accomplish the simplest of tasks. Trina is smart enough to play her, again and again. She doesn't lack the intelligence to succeed, but the work ethic. Nothing I can do will change that.

The novelty of working on a ranch is starting to wear off, in part, I believe, because I'm no longer getting to 'play.' At the end of last summer, they decided to lease Belle, the mare I was using to race, to another family. Belle is in a great place, and is doing really well, but as a result I haven't been able to compete since August. When Belle left, there wasn't a really good 'replacement' for me to work with.

My riding abilities have improved since that time, to the point where a few of their other horses would now be suitable for me to use in barrel races. But of course, as with everything else here, there always ends up being some issue somewhere that prevents any semblance of ease.

First, it was suggested that I lease one of Marlene's horses. I thought this sounded like a solid idea. The problem was that two of her 'available' horses aren't broke, and the other two are trained for rough stock, and not speed-- instead of barrel racing and pole bending, they're ropers, cutters, and sorters.

Then, they decided I could use Jet. I was thrilled with this idea, as I love Jet's personality, and he can be pretty competitive. Just days after the suggestion, they had an offer to lease Jet during junior's rodeos, and Marlene decided she didn't want Jet run more than a couple times a month.

After Jet was out of the equation, I suggested Louis. Louis is a step up from Belle, and wasn't being used. Trina "hates" him. Their personalities clash, and they fight each other constantly. The intention was for Trina to stop using Louis entirely, continue to use her newest horse, Durango, in barrels, and purchase another horse to use as back-up.

Surprise, surprise, though, as soon as I started using Louis, the minute we started clicking as a team, Trina suddenly changed her mind about him, and decided she wanted him as her back-up. *sigh* That's the biggest problem with using any of Trina's horses. At any time, on her whim, the horse could be pulled out from under me.

Now we're nearing summer, and racing series are starting to pop up again. The days are lengthening, the weather improving, and it won't be too much longer before evening barrel races become weekly events. With only four months remaining before I quit the ranch and move, I want to take advantage of the time I have left here and the opportunities I have to ride.

I'd like to get something set up as soon as possible, but right now I'm at a loss at which angle to pursue. Trina's horses, in one way or another, are all more or less off-limits. Marlene's horses may not be suitable without extensive training-- and I'm certainly not well-versed enough in Horse to do the training myself. As for leasing outside of the ranch, I'm not sure I could afford it. I could lease a horse here at cost, just what it requires to pay for hay and sweet feed. Elsewhere I'd likely pay fees on top of that, and horses aren't cheap to lease. I'm trying to save money right now, and I just can't justify losing a couple hundred dollars a month (or more) just to barrel race.

Hopefully I'll be able to work something out. I really miss Belle. I outgrew her, to some extent, but I miss working with the same horse every day, and really developing that relationship. Very few days go by when I don't ride, but riding as a job and riding for fun are two very different beasts.

Moving Forward

April 15th has come and gone, and, officially, I will be heading to graduate school this fall at West Coast University. I did not receive any other offers, so in the end there was no choice for me to make. The decision simply came down to whether or not I wanted to go to school at WCU. I STILL haven't received official notification from four of the schools to which I applied. I'm reminded again how ludicrous this process has been. For the amount of time and money I invested in applying, I would have hoped (both this year and last) to have received more timely responses from programs. To some extent, though, it no longer matters. I was admitted somewhere, I accepted the offer, and I'll soon start working toward my PhD.

I've become a great deal more excited about the prospect of attending WCU after having accepted the offer of admission. The fact that everything is now concrete, the solidity of being able to expect what's in the future, that I can finally start making actual plans toward moving on with my life, has all been cathartic. I am, of course, nervous at the prospect of moving thousands of miles from home. And there are still unknowns in play-- the difficulty of the coursework, of balancing teaching, classes, research, homework; the departmental politics; the incoming cohort and how I may or may not fit in; how quickly I'll be able to find my bearings in a new environment; whether my research ideas will play out in a timely fashion; whether I'll be able to feed myself on my paltry stipend.

I admittedly still have some reservations about the department, specifically in regards to required coursework. I keep reminding myself, however, that everyone has reservations about their programs, and that, even though current grad students at WCU have often complained about how frustrating courses can be, they've all remarked (begrudgingly, perhaps) that they've found the material more useful the farther they've gotten into their research. I'll have to keep that in mind for next year.

For now, however, the feeling of finally being able to work toward something again, of finally being able to embark toward the next stage of my life, is helping suppress all misgivings or doubts. I'm in! I'm funded! I'm going to graduate school!