Everyone probably knows already that yesterday was Friday January 13th, a.k.a. a “Friday the 13th”. Although the date carries an unlucky superstition to it, my day yesterday wasn’t quite jinxed at all.
I woke up to an arctic amount of snow. When I turned on the TV, to my dismay, our school didn’t even have a two hour delay! Well, I guess the school didn’t want to interfere with the last day of midterms. I had four of them in History, Psychology, French III, and Chemistry classes. None were a joy to take (even French, surprisingly!). The only thing I looked forward to was my riding lesson at Canterbrook Stables. By the end of my day I felt frazzled out. I couldn’t wait to go riding! Despite the snow, still falling, I hoped my mom could still drive me to my lesson. I felt absolutely relieved when she did! I had the best (and officially my first) jumping lesson. I rode Gizmo, a Hidalgo-looking paint with beautiful jumping ability. In my opinion, jumping during a riding lesson is much easier than jumping Adam in the pasture. One, the horse I’m riding is actually a jumper as opposed to Adam who hop-hobbles over one foot jumps. My instructor’s positive attitude is encouraging, too. She said I had a great ride. I have another lesson scheduled for next week and I’ll be going over even more jumps! I can’t wait.