Economics and English and Statistics, oh my!

Where has Girl been?

Struggling.

I decided to cram everything I didn't want to take at Difficult Liberal Arts College into one semester. Taking these classes at Small Community College SEEMED like a good idea in December, when I was bored out of my skull. I mean, they'd be easier than at DLAC, right?

Well, yeah.. They were/are. But when you stuff your schedule full of them...

Damn this teenage reasoning.

So for the past week and a half, I have written 2000 words worth of guided journal entries, a final grammar exercise, a paper on China's economic boom, a paper on central banking, two article reviews on China's credit card monopoly and what banks can learn from Apple, and an article summary on teenaged drinking in Ireland. I have taken a Trig test and a Statistics test.

And I would like to say, I'm fried.

Two more papers to go (8 pages on teen drinking and 3 pages on the difference in the 2001 or 2002 recession and the current one with reference to government interference), four finals to take*.

On top of that, my finals schedule worked out with my final 8 page paper and three tests... All on Monday. Two of them at 1215. Luckily, I can move the hard one to Tuesday.

Deep breaths, deep breaths.

If I don't spontaneously combust, you will have a hilarious story of innovation, manholes, and one nutcase of a pony next week.

Until then,
Girl**

*currently in Statistics, Trigonometry, Microeconomics, Macroeconomics, and English Composition II.
** lacking in basic planning skills.

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Horse Did What?

Horse will be off until this fall due to messing up her sacrum in the great suicide attempt of 2010. She should have a full recovery.

After I came home, I started working with her again. I longed for several days, and she was very well behaved on the ground and on the line. After the third day, I got on for about fifteen minutes. I walked her around, working on suppling her.. Easy stuff. She was a little fussy, but I chalked it up to being off for several months.

Any horse is bound to be a little cranky after "early retirement".

The next day, I put her on the line. Still good. I climbed on.. And she did not feel like any Horse I'd been on earlier. She refused to go forward and, within fifteen minutes, resorted to rearing. Except, she didn't have the strength to hold both of us up in a rear, and before you could say "I think she's gonna.." and before I could bail off, we went sprawling on the grass.

I bounced up as my baby scrambled to her feet. We were both shaking, and she walked to me, quivering but quiet. She put her head on the full length of my body, blowing nervous air on my hip as I scratched her head and neck. She was terrified, and I felt sick.

Something was wrong.

Well, remember when people were telling me she was just being bad? They were wrong. I should have had her looked at sooner, but I'll admit, there was a part of me that thought maybe they had a point.

On the day the barn stood still last summer, Horse damaged her sacrum on her left side, which caused the flip in December. My biggest regret is not listening to her sooner and thinking her misbehavior was just bad manners.

How many "bad" horses would there be if we would slow down and listen? How many dangerous habits have we fostered because we didn't step back and see the signs?

Granted, there are some bad apples in the bunch.. Ponies too far gone or genetically wrong. But I can't help but think that Horse would have become one of those if we'd pushed her.

-- Girl

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Haiku's First Haiku

It's a crazy plan
Of playing genetics with
A man in a can.

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What up, readers?

Today, I looked at my blog's stats just for fun. 841 views in February!

I was all happy about this and relayed my excitement back to my mom.
"Yeah, at least half of those were your parents.."

At least a fourth of them were probably myself, editing or trying to find some inspiration. Or egotistically reading my own work... :)

But for that elusive 25% of you, this is a thank you for reading. For those of you that comment or email me or remind me in class or mention it at the Backyard Barn.. It's awesome to know someone's reading about my teenaged reasoning and ill-behaving horses.

Yes, I am a bad blogger.. Somewhere Down the Centerline's level of activity is a bit like a roller coaster. But roller coasters are fun, right? Right?

Oh, and make sure to send me your own blogs. As you all know, I'm a procrastinator to the max, and blogs are the perfect way to pass the time.. :)

Later! -- Girl

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