Horse Judging {Students}

[Adiel De Noir]

Adiel had woken unusually early this morning in order to be ready for his first class, arriving an entire hour early to the once old barn where the student who attended the equine courses BRRA had to offer them...and that was even after the two hours he spent primping and fussing over his wispy blonde hair until it made a perfectly smooth wave. Adiel was by no means vain, but however he was a showman, whether he be on the back of a horse or standing on his own two feet before a room of teenagers. He always tried to look his best, black shirt and gray breeches pressed, tall boots polished to a shine, head up, shoulders back. He had an appearance of complete and utter confidence in himself. Even though he was as jittery as a car-shy pony on the highway, he didn't let a single part of that show through his calm mask and suggest otherwise.

He liked his classroom. The old naked walls were painted a soft cream and a large window along the far wall allowed for the room to flood with warm, natural light that cast over the old fashioned wood desks lined up all neat in four rows facing his desk and the big whiteboard behind it. Yes...he would have no problem adjusting to this over the span of a few days.
Spending the extra time he had left before his class was due to start the feminine man took the chance to make sure each of the desks had a print out of the first few chapters of the textbook they would be doing their book work from; "The Basics of Equine Judging".
As he moved on to writing on the whiteboard in a purple dry erase marker he mumbled softly to himself in his native German, muttering about how he hoped they would be able to get out and actually work with the horses later this week, how a book could only teach you so much about what to look for as well as how he wanted to bring a few things in to add a little color to the room. Maybe a few plants and a couple poster's of the horses' anatomy.

He was so bust being lost in his own thoughts that he almost didn't notice the bell ringing outside the door. By the time it had finished echoing around the building, Adiel took a few steps back to scan over what he had written.

Adiel A. De Noir
Equine Judging

Class Rules

• You are to address me by my last name, not by 'Mr.' or 'Sir'.
  
• Electronics are not allowed, any found with be taken until the end of the school day.
  
• Respect your fellow classmates. Bullying, gossiping, or other general disrespect will have consequences.
  
• No food or drinks other than clean, clear water allowed in the classroom.
  
• Keep your voices down, no chatting while class is in session or passing notes.
  
• You are expected to finish at least one chapter a day. If you need assistance, ask. No excuses.
  

Please remember that your attitude will determine how high you can climb in this course and if you will be allowed to work with the horses involved.

[Oliver Pattersen]

After putting Ollie away in his stall with a haynet after his beginner Western lesson, Oliver thanked his lucky stars that he had shoved his backpack into the gelding's locker, as he had spent so much time cooling the gelding down that he knew he wouldn't have had enough time to run back to his dorm.

After giving the gelding a couple of treats, the boy ran his hands through his hair, giving it some life after having worn a helmet for so long, grabbed his bag from the locker and headed out of the barn and toward the equine theory building.

As he walked to the classroom; still dressed in black jodhpurs and a navy polo shirt, he paused at the door and; unzipping his boots, he pulled his feet out of them and left them just outside the door. He had been in the saddle for the past couple of hours and the barn in between and didn't want to track anything over the carpeted floor.

"Hello, Sir." He greeted the man at the front of the room before he walked to a table in the middle front of the second row, and dropped into the chair. He rested his arms on the table and placed his head on them before sitting up again and pulling his books and pencil tin out of his bag. It was only then that he read the board and lowered his head onto his hands with a groan.

[Carlos Rodriguez]

Carlos studied the rough map the secretary had given him as he walked, not paying much attention to his surroundings as he moved in the direction he thought the horse judging class was. After five minutes of searching, though, he still hadn't found the class and had to stop another person and ask them for directions. The teen felt his face heat up as it became known that he was heading in the wrong way, and he miserably shoved the map in the pocket of his dark-wash jeans before heading back the opposite way. Carlos enjoyed being here at BRRA, but he hated the fact that he was so out of place.

He finally found the classroom and breathed a sigh of relief when a look at his watch showed him that he wasn't late at all, but a bit early still. Now the teen was glad he'd left his dorm room almost an hour ago; he'd left that early to give himself time to find the class, and he silently thanked the gods that he'd managed to still get there early, even though he had gotten lost.

Outside the classroom, Carlos took a moment to make sure his clothes weren't mussed up and his jaw-length hair was still tied back, thought a few strands still refused to stay tied and hung down in a way that appeared to frame his face. He also took a few minutes to roll the sleeves of his white button-down shirt back up to his elbows; his dorm room had been a little chilly, but it was surprisingly warm outside the room… well, for October, at least.

Certain that he still looked good, as Carlos did take pride in his looks, he pushed the door open and entered the class, noting that the instructor and one other student were already there. Carlos took the time to read the writing on the board, revising his greeting to the teacher upon reading to not call him 'sir'. "Instructora De Noir."

The teen moved to sit near the front of the classroom, pulling paper and pencil from his pack before glancing through the printed papers on the desk. Carlos flipped through the papers quickly, closing his eyes momentarily as he saw only english. He could read the language, but not easily. Not yet. Instead of struggling through the words, he turned away from the papers and glanced at the other student in the room, "Hola… hello." He said after glancing once again at his watch to make sure that the class hadn't started yet. According to the notes on the board, there was no talking after class started, but nothing was written about speaking a little while waiting for class to start.

[ayla]

Kenzie was a little wary about the horse judging class she had enrolled in. It was her only equine theory class, and she hoped that it wouldn't be quite as dull as the seminars she had attended with some of her barnmates years ago. She already knew quite a bit about judging hunters and equitation form her years in the ring, but conformation eluded her, for the most part.

She walked down the hallways carrying a binder, a notebook, and her pencil bag. She had plenty of time between classes to drop off things she didn't need, which was a godsend because her calculus class required so much stuff, and Kenzie wasn't sure if she could really carry around the heavy book all day.

She entered the classroom, taking a quick stock of who was there. Two male students who Kenzie hadn't seen before, plus the teacher. "Afternoon!" she said in greeting to the room as a whole, before seating herself in the third row and arranging her supplies. A quick scan of the board revealed nothing particularly interesting, except for the teacher's request to not call him "mister" or "sir." Kenzie would have to wait until he introduced himself to decide what she should call him, then.

[Taylor Westin]

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Horse judging. He liked to think that he knew how to tell a good horse from another horse, but the class had still piqued his interest. He had, as of yet, to make any real friends and though he could do solidarity, even the silence was starting to get to him.

This go around he was going to try and intentionally meet someone. He glanced occaisionally at the map he had of the grounds, he still wasn't a hundred percent sure of where everything was and then he'd been gone for the funeral...

The thought of her death flashed through his mind and it took all his willpower not to give in to the grief. Focus Taylor...focus...you're going to class. Go to class... He talked himself through his moment as he turned the final corner and saw the room assignment where his class was. He walked purposefully forward, carefully folding his campus map up and placing it in his pocket. Shifting the weight of his backpack, he reached for the door handle. Turning it he pushed the door open as he carried his tall frame into the room. He looked quickly in the room seeing three other students already there.

He nodded to the teacher and quickly took him in. Long feathery blonde hair and dressed as high class professional. Looks like he has things put together.. He smiled at the though, but let the teacher think the smile was just a greeting...in essence it was. He nodded and continued walking into the classroom and took a seat in the second row beside the other male student. He smiled settling into his chair and looked to the two other boys.

Hey there, name's Taylor. Smiling he sat in his chair an eye on the teacher, but his mind mainly engaged with getting to know the two other students. He noticed the girl that had entered right before him, sitting behind the trio of boys. That has to suck. The thought raced through his mind, to be the sole girl and not have a girl to keep company with. He made a note to eventually introduce himself to her..

[daine6]

Chris jogged towards where his horse judging class would take place. This, along with his extra-curricular activities and the other equine course he was taking, was a class he did not want to be late for. e may not have cared much for the basicclasses he had to take, but anything he chose to do on his own, well, the teen wanted to do his best in those classes and courses and activites he chose.

He reached the classroom and paused in the doorway, leaning forwards slightly to catch his breath and lok at his watch. He was very pleased to see that he wasn't late at all. It made him grin as he straightened back up and took a few minutes to simply stand in the doorway and survey the students and teacher in the class. Mostly male students, one female, he noticed. He gave the students and the teacher all a mischievious smirk an walked on inside the room. He recognized a few of the students from his previous classes and chose to sit closer to the front, but not rght up front. He chose the third, middle row and sat down, glancing through the printed paperson his desk interestedly.