Stallion Handling Class (Read Note in Thread)

[Brian Tyrion Setliff]

Brian stopped at the gate of the Stallion Arena, looking in at the 'work' space that he had created. It was only an arena in the sense that it would, sooner or later, hold a horse. Currently, it was arranged as a classroom, with the sand neatly raked and notably empty of any equines. Instead, on the floor of the far side, clustered around the whiteboard, sat various colored bean bags, which would be where the students sat while they had their theoretical lessons. Brian hoped that there wouldn't be too many of those, because he preferred the hands-on aspect, but basic safety was the number one thing around horses, and stallions especially, and that would be the lesson of the day, with perhaps a bit of stallion exposure if they had time. On each bean-bag, there was a notebook and pen set of a matching color, for those students that hadn't thought to bring a writing utensil and something to take notes on.

As he still had ten minutes left, Brian used the time to look over at Stay, the palomino Missouri Walking Horse that he would be bringing out, if they had enough time at the end of class. He loved the golden stallion for his calm, easy demeanor, and found him to be very un-stereotypical. However, he was a good test object for lessons, due to that, and Brian just enjoyed working with the stud. He had already brushed the stallion and hung his halter outside of his stall, so things would go seamlessly, hopefully.

With five minutes left before class began, Brian made his way over to the Arena and pulled a whiteboard marker out of his pocket. In his cramped, but legible style, he wrote onto the board:

Mr. Setliff, 11/4/12
Please choose a seat, feel free to write your name on the notebook.

Nodding slightly to himself, Brian perched himself on the rail of the fence, waiting for his class to come to him.

Okay, this class is now open to Juniors and Seniors. If your character has a free Extracurricular Activity slot open, and you would like them in this class, you may post here, even if it isn't listed on their schedule yet. And due to the nature of the class it is only open to six students at a time.

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

Cara hitched her bag further up her shoulder, still trying to work out what she was doing walking to the Brown Orchid barn. The stallion handling class was meeting for the first time that day and as it was open to Seniors and Juniors, she figured that she'd add it to her already hectic schedule, and it would keep her busy, and something to fill in time between riding lessons and gymnastics.

As she walked into the barn, she couldn't help herself when she walked down to Púca's stall and leaned over to say hello to the Spotted Pony. "It's pretty nice outside." She told the colt. "Let's get you outside." She grabbed his black halter from by his stall door and pointing to the back of the stall,she smiled as the pony shuffled backward and then remained there while she let herself in.

With halter on the pony, she led him out to the pasture that was joined to his stall. She knew that she could have just opened the door, but she also wanted to teach the colt that he needed to walk nicely through doorways even when they lead to grass. She removed the halter, and leaving the door open so that he could still go into his stall, she exited the stall and headed out to the arena where the meeting place had been set up.

She couldn't help the eyebrow that rose up at the sight of beanbags. What was wrong with standing? She walked closer to the seats and looked at the notebooks and pens that decorated the bags. Taking a spot just behind the seats, she remained on her feet and pulled a terracotta coloured notebook from her bag along with a black pen and then waited for the others to arrive and the "class" to begin.

[river]

Sitting in geometry class, River didn't pay attention to anything that was going on, in his mind, he was going to convince one of the blondes in the front of the class to lend him her notes and he would catch up that way, instead his eyes were fixated on the clock above the door. Five more minutes until I’m out of here, and can go to the stallion handling class he thought to himself enthusiastically. No stupid numbers, no taking notes, working with the big strong beauts River kept telling himself.

As soon the the bell chimed, River already had his stuff packed up and was out there door, headed to the brown orchid barn where all the stallions were held.

His heart flipfloped when he saw the bean bag chairs. Ugh, you can't work with stallions on those things he thought to himself in disgust. As he got closer to them, he noticed the writing utensils.**** he swore under his breath. He was expecting a total hands on course, but here he was presented with writing crap. With obvious annoyance, River took a seat on one of the bean bag chairs.

Nodding his head in acknowledgement to the teacher, he turned his head to Cara. Hey I'm River. He said giving her a slight smile. He was going to play it cool. He wondered if he was the only one who didn't know there was going to be theory to the class. He felt like somewhat of an idiot for thinking that now, but he was going to pretend he knew it all along, as to avoid embarrassing himself.

[Diamond Patrick Parker]

Diamond had been awaiting the class of Stallion Handling to come all day, as she had been sitting in class, and then riding. She couldn't wait to see what it would be made out of; obivously handling, with stallions as the name states.

As the latest class ended, Diamond quickly walked down the walkways filled with students, and she found the barn entrance, noticing it crawling with people as well. Sighing to herself, she noted that she had time leftover and she walked towards the White Oak Barn, walking in between people without there horses, and under cross ties.

Seeing the Cremello mare stick her head over the stall door, at the sound of the tack trunk's rusty hinges, opening up with slight "creaks" at every movement, Diamond smiled. Hey girl, I have to go to class, but I hope to be back soon. I would bring you out, but it seems that everyones here at the moment. Diamond said glancing around, as it was just as busy as minutes before.

Kissing her mare on the nose, Diamond gave her one last pat and walked away from the stall, backpack still on her back, and walked out of the barn; and towards the Brown Orchid Barn, where the class was to be held.

As she was told to be at the arena, Diamond worked her way around, finding it quickly, but not entering the barn once so ever. Seeing that two students were already inside the arena, Diamond then noticed the beanbags in the arena's dirt, sitting there. She questioned it in her mind, but then smiled a bit. This teacher might want somewhere to sit, why not make it fun?

Shaking her head, she entered the arena, and walked over to a girl, whom she didn't know, and a boy, named River. Hey. she said to both of them, glancing around and quickly reading the board.

[Annabelle Archer]

Very excited for Stallion Handling class Belle hurried across campus to the Stallion Arena. As she made her way to the Arena she saw two girls and a boy already there. One of the girls she had already identified as Cara, Thank God she thought. She was thankful that she knew at least one person so far in this class. Belle most likely thought that she would be working with unknown animals and unknown people, which she didn't like, but whatever. Making herself comfortable in the beanbag chair closet to Cara, she wrote down her name in chicken scratch, barely neat enough for herself to even read. Looking around she caught sight of a male teacher, or so what she had gathered. Belle couldn't wait to see the stallions. A quick glance shot up at the board, now she knew the teacher's name. Lovely, she thought. In her career of working with horses, she would most definantly have to work with stallions, so why not start now? Belle kept quiet until two other students showed up. The eighteen year old was quite aware of how many people were aloud in this class in one semester. 6

[Cannon Eric Ryland]

Cannon was in his daily zone, not talking much with anyone, not joking around much, just focused on work, since that was what school was about. As he made his way over to Brown Orchid Barn's Arena, his eyes got a bit brighter. If there was one thing he would come slightly out of his focused eye from, it was the sight of a horse, and he could see plenty of them, poking their heads out of their stalls or romping around in the fields. He smiled softly to himself, continuing into the sand arena, where he could see some other students.

He looked around to each of them, not registering their faces, only how many there were. Looking at the board, he saw that they were to choose a notebook and beanbag, so he turned to see which ones were open. When he did, he finally started to recognize the people around him, mostly just from classes around school. Then he saw Diamond, and gave her a smile. Oh good, someone to cheat off of. He said to her with a grin and a wink. He smiled to everyone else, seeing what they were doing, if some were like him, all business, or if they were more free thinkers.

[Luka Ingersleben]

Luka left his last class of the day, slightly directionless. He didn't have any homework, he had finished it during lunch. The wonders of no social life, he mused as he let his feet take him where they would. When he finally looked up, he realized with a start that he was at the stallion barn, a building that had been pointed out to him once, but he hadn't had reason to enter since then. Now, however, he remembered seeing a flyer for a stallion handling class. While he didn't exactly plan on working with the stallions, who knew where life might take him, and knowing how to act around them might just have a beneficial impact later on.

He walked into the arena, where the class was meeting, and looked around. He could see the six beanbags arrayed around a whiteboard, and the students sitting in the beanbags. He could see Cara, standing behind them, and gave her a slightly shy, friendly smile before settling on one of the two empty beanbags, a green one. He took the notebook and pen and wrote his name across the top, then put the spiral onto his lap as he looked up at the board, waiting for class to start.

[Brian Tyrion Setliff]

Brian watched as people started trickling into the arena, displaying an array of emotions. As the first girl chose to remain standing and pulled out her own notebook, he didn't say anything. He was new, and while he was, in technicality at least, a teacher, he didn't know how much to expect from his students. The next student wasn't as polite in his reaction, Brian could see the disgust written all over his face. The next four students arrived and perched themselves on the beanbags, some greeting each-other, some preferring to stay silent as they watched him.

Since the class was now full, according to the administration, Brian stepped forward, "Good afternoon, all, and welcome to this class." Well, let's hear it for generic beginnings! Glancing around, he started, not bothering to introduce himself. His name was on the board, they should have been able to read, so there wouldn't be an issue there. "We're going to be going over stallion handling safety today, just to make sure that there are no accidents. At the end of class, you will be assigned to a stallion to work with, and that is what we will be doing for the rest of our time together."

He looked around, "If there aren't any questions, we can begin. At the end of class, I'll be writing down who was here, so that we have a record of that." He rubbed his hands, "We'll just be having a discussion, feel free to write any points down in your notebooks. First question, for everyone: What is the difference between handling stallions and mares or geldings, and what are some specific precautions?"

Hopefully everyone will have replied to the PM by the time that we get around to the assigning of the stallions. ;- )

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

Cara blinking a couple of times and then worked out that the male was talking to her. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr River." She replied in her clipped English Accent. "I am called Cara." And that was all she offered.

She watched as the class slowly filled up - if you could call a class of six students "filling-up" - and the different reactions to the available seating was almost worth laughing at, that is if Cara showed any emotion. She bowed her head in return to Luka's greeting, but didn't return the smile.

She directed her attention to the man at the front of the room... the arena... and arched an eyebrow at Mr Setliff's enthusiasm, especially when he can't have missed the students' reaction to their classroom. Her tongue ran across the back of her teeth as he mentioned that they would be assigned a stallion, and she was hoping that Púca would be on the list, as she knew that -even though she would have no issues with it - handling a full sized stallion would make her look like she was "playing with the big kids".

She had her pen poised above her notebook as the man spoke of writing things down and she wrote down the question first:

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[li]Testosterone - meaning that stallions have more strength than the average gelding or mare.
[/li][li]Temperament - No matter what they are like, when there is a mare in heat near them, no stallion can ever be called "predictable" [/li][/ul]
Even though she had a list of answers, she stubbornly kept her hand down. She knew that she would never be one to speak up in class.

[river]

River gave Cara a confused look when he called her Mr. River. He was about to open his mouth to say some snarky remark to her, but decided against it at the last moment. He just got a weird vibe from her.Note to self stay away from her. he thought to himself.

River waited to see who else would enter the class. There was not many seats, meaning there was room for four other people, hopefully one he could get along with.

River's spirites were lifted a little when the next girl walked into the room. Hey Diamond River said cheerfully, giving her a lage genuine yet devishy handsome smile.

River continued to watch the other come into the room. From the corner of this eye he wathed Cara, but it only confirmed his earlier thought when she was not showing any emotion to anyone entering the room. Thank goodness.

River also decided to keep attention on one of the boys that entered the classroom as well. He glowered at his when his first words that came out of his mouth were about cheating off of Diamond, witch he knew was a joke, but right off the bat, call him jugdemental, but he did not like that guy.

River got excited when he mentioned they would be assigned stallions after this class. He could handle that. He hadtaen a walk around the barn before and there were a couple stallions that had caught his eye, one in particular was a stallion called Pine's Triangle.

River thought about the question that theteacher had asked, and he thought about his own horse and the reasons they gave him to convince him that he had to be gelded.

1. They were unpredicatable, no matter how trained they are, younever know what they will be when there is a female in heat.
2 They could impregnate another horse that was not supposed to be impregnated, leading to probems
3. They were very strong.

River kept them in his mind, but didn't write them down, he waited to see wht everyone else was going to do.


OOC: Sorry everyone one on the wait, exams kind of kicked my butt this last week or so. ( Well with a 93% on my first one, I guess you could say I kicked it's butt.)

[Diamond Patrick Parker]

As Cannon walked into the arena and mentioned cheating off her, Diamond smirked. We'll see about that. she said to him, lowering her gaze, and then taking out her pen; and taking the notebook from the beanbag.

As a few others trickled in, and River also gave her a "hello", Diamond smiled at him, and then watched and listened as the teacher started to speak. His name was clearly written on the board; and Diamond noticed that quickly, after he didn't introduce himself.

How they started the class was simple enough, and Diamond started to write down in the notebook assigned to herself. In her scripted handwriting, Diamond started with the basic question asked.

What is the difference between handling stallions and mares or geldings, and what are some specific precautions?

• Stallions are extremeley difficult; or can be. They are this way because of the testosterone; which is the strenth stallions have compared to a gelding or mare.
  
• Tempermants are the basic diffrence as well; being from calm to fiesty, all horses are diffrent.
  

Leaving her notebook there; Diamond didn't raise her hand an inch, but still thought more of what some diffrences were; writing them down as she went along. Like size, their frames, seasonly changes.

[Cannon Eric Ryland]

Cannon smiled back at Diamond after hearing her reply, wondering for a moment whether other people registered the banter as a joke, or if they might have actually thought of him as a cheater. That thought, however, flew from his mind within moments, returning him to his surroundings. There were a good amount of people in the arena, but he guessed that this was it. Looking around, he took note of all of the faces. Some familiar, most new, he went through the group and studied their faces for a few moments each, trying to memorize them before he learned their names.

It was then that the instructor started to speak, which the students knew meant to take a seat, and after he was finished with his run through of the class, he gave them a question to answer. It was an easy question, for anyone who knew a thing about Stallions.

What is the difference between handling stallions and mares or geldings, and what are some specific precautions

• Testosterone causes for stallions to be notoriously difficult to handle.
  
• Most stallions are unpredictable, especially when in the presence of another horse, whether it be a mare, gelding, foal, or other stallion.
  
• Stallions are, for the most part, much larger than a mare, and more powerful than a gelding.
  

Once he was finished with his answer, he looked up from his notebook to the front of the class again, waiting to see what he'd have them do next. Once he was in class, he was transfixed on his work. He enjoyed it, believe it or not, and because of that, he was a no-nonsense kind of guy during the day.

OOC: Sorry that I am taking so long to respond. Lots of HW.