The hardest part is goodbye

So this past week has been fun. I only had three days of classes, and then fall break. It was wonderful.
Thursday I spent most of my day at the barn. My instructor, Jill, rode Eagle thursday and saturday (and she'll ride him again tomorrow) and then yeah.

Friday, Allie Novak, one of my friends from DGN actually drove down from Grand Valley State University (right outside of Grand Rapids, Michigan) and stayed the weekend with Kristen and I.
I have to tell you, seeing her was amazing.

Friday we pretty much just watched movies and spent a majority of the time telling stories - and oh, the stories we both had to tell. She needed the time away from her roommate, and there was so much venting on that front. Yikes.
We went out into the dorm lobby and stayed there until (oops) three, just talking and telling stories.
Saturday, I slaved myself out to Jill in thanks for her schooling Eagle. Allie helped me, but mostly, we continued to talk. Boys were the conversation of that day, and I have to tell you - we've come to the depressing conclusion that:
There's no one we know that we'd date. Sigh. Oh, well. I'm over that part of it.

Allie and I went to a late lunch with Jamie Vincent and Kristie Easlie, both freshman varsity riders on our riding team. Jamie's a friend of mine - and the three of us went to walmart (she got her tongue pierced, so she had to buy soup. Ouch!) and then Panera. Kristie met up with us there, and we stayed there until five. I had no clue it was that late!

Coming back to the dorm, we pretty much just put some stuff away (three people in one dorm room seems to mean it explodes. Seriously.) Unsurprisingly that actually took two-ish hours, by which point we were hungry.
We went out to dinner.

Oh, dear god.
I do not realize how much I appreciate having parents with me when I go to a restauraunt. Seriously.
Me, being me - I get irritated. Me, being me? I'm a teenager. I can't help that I was born in 1990, not 1970. That doesn't mean I should get sub-par service, be treated condescendingly and be shorted in any other service.

Apparently, to the restauraunt, it meant Allie and I were supposed to.
I was livid. And the Waitress was utterly inhospitable, despite my best attempts to be friendly and engaging. It wasn't even a busy night, the two of us got tucked into a back corner in a booth that had ripped seats, weren't served the usual (No breads, ect), she didn't tell us the 'specials of the day' (Later had to ask) and service was just very slow, and very haughty about it.

Gjkd;afjd;.
Anger.
I'm still stewing about that. >[

Food, however, was good. Which made up for it, I suppose, but if I'm going out to dinner, I really expect to be treated as a human being, not the dredges of society. Drop the act, sure, I'm a teenager. I'm a college student, to be honest - but that doesn't mean I'm the one vandalizing things, driving around at four with my music blaring, or that I'm one of those people whose here in college just to party.


Yeah
Slightly angry about that.

Today, the three of us all woke up at the same time (9:20) and got ready for the barn, ect. Allie and I were there by 10:10, and I hopped on Eagle and rode him. First time since tuesday. I rode then, and we were doing pilates on horseback.
It hurt. And instead of using the muscles we were supposed to be using, I suspect I was using muscles in my back to cheat. So after the pilates, Eagle and I started really 'working', and then I wrenched something. Or.. something. It just all of the sudden hurt, and has hurt since.
Yay!
So Jill's been schooling Eagle (I tack him up, and tack up the other horses she has to ride that day as 'payment' - hey, it's better than cleaning stalls!) for me and she really enjoys the experience.
I got on him today though, and even though I was a bit of a hunch-back he was really good for the most part.
=)

But then Allie had to leave by 1 to get back to her campus (four hour drive) by dinner. So we came back and loaded up her car.
I'm struck by the realization that when I left college, I really didn't say goodbye to so many of my friends. It didn't seem to be as important as other things at that time.
She was one of the few who saw me the day before/day before that, I left. And it wasn't so intolerable then ( I remember hugging her at 2 in the morning - we had gone to see Batman, the late showing, and then jusdt talked..) but today, watching her drive out almost was harder.

I wouldn't trade this weekend though.
I needed time to just chill out, and laugh about people here, with someone who doesn't know them. It was refreshing.

More than that, it was fun.
Take care!
El