I'm just venting here, so eel free not to read this. I have no where else to vent that I feel I can truly let go.
My equestrian coach is a very friendly person, she's smiley and happy, and helpful to everyone on the team. She just seems to not like me very much. She's not outright mean, just unfriendly.
Freshman year: I had a rescue horse, who I pretty much brought back from the dead, he was a congress champion in 1994, and he could do anything. A lot of girls on the team had it better than me because they have the parent who knows all the horse stuff. I had my dad...who didn't know anything. My coach helped a few of the girls by giving private lessons, and lent out her saddles, and old show clothes to the girls who were tired of their stuff. I asked her if I could borrow a western pleasure saddle, and she told me she doesn't help out like that. She never once gave me any kind of advice.
Sophomore year: My horse dies. Instead of getting a sympathy letter, or any kind of acknowledgment of the fact that he died, I get quite the opposite. I get completely ignored by the coaching staff. Since I didn't have a horse to ride, I helped run the games, and set up, and help everyone. I never once got a thank you or any kind of recognition.
Junior year: New, stubborn, proud gelding-Bo. Bo never got in the trailer when I first got him. At the practices, she never helped me, or even tried to help me get him in. She never gave me tips on my patterns during meets. In fact, another teams coach, came up to me, and helped me with my horse. My dad told her about my rescue horse who died, and then enext week we get a letter through the school, from her- a sympathy note honoring his death anniversary from her.
I put myself in some pretty sticky situations, but my coach never helped me out. Let's see what Senior year has to offer.