Post by Noah Anderson on Jan 20, 2013 12:59:20 GMT -6
"Hopeless", the sixteen year old muttered to himself. Since he hadn't planned to actually come here, he hadn't planned on what classes he would take, and thus leading him to not have a mount for Cross Country. Although he grew up around western riding, he did have a liking for the competitive jumping. A paper in his hands tried to direct him to the Cross Country instructor's office with little hope. His brow furrowed as he tried to decipher the directions, the words were running together, mixing themselves up. "Stupid dyslexia." Taking a hand and running it through his hair Noah stopped and crumpled the paper. The only places he knew how to get to were the barn and his dorm. Looking around he tried to make out where he was. Giving up he walked to the White Oak Barn. Seeing a barn hand mucking out a stall and stuck his head in and asked politely where the Cross Country instructor's office was.
With his reading disability the best way he learned and remembered things was by sound. With the best news he had all day, Noah headed towards the academic building with a smile on his face. That really wasn't something seen often on the boy's face especially when going towards a school. Finally he could make out the words on the door that spelled out the name of the instructor. Noah hadn't heard it and so he didn't know how to pronounce it. Knocking on the door he waited for someone to yell, It's open or Come in.
With his reading disability the best way he learned and remembered things was by sound. With the best news he had all day, Noah headed towards the academic building with a smile on his face. That really wasn't something seen often on the boy's face especially when going towards a school. Finally he could make out the words on the door that spelled out the name of the instructor. Noah hadn't heard it and so he didn't know how to pronounce it. Knocking on the door he waited for someone to yell, It's open or Come in.