2020-05-12
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I’m lucky with this quarantine in that I don’t rely on school for food and that my parents can continue to work and make money, but I’ve got something different: I have to work on a farm. I don’t usually work and live on my parents’ farm, but for the next month I will live, breathe, and sleep out in the middle of nowhere. I help with the chores of feeding 34 horses and mucking 16 stalls and I help run a riding camp. In the meantime, I get to ride and horse vault (look it up; picture horse gymnastics) amid schoolwork.
It’s definitely a fun balance, camp running from 10 to 4, riding taking two hours, and mucking taking another one. I’m trying to be a good student and a good friend, but geographic isolation and demanding work win out again. It’ll be fun trying to manage all of it amidst a pandemic and the ever-present flooding north Georgia seems to hold. Will I have to swim to catch horses tomorrow or will I just metaphorically drown in schoolwork? Who knows? Guess I’ll find out.
