I’m a teacher too, Katarine and I know that people learn differently. Some people learn by doing, some people learn by talking, some people learn by seeing, etc. I don’t make a quality statement about a student who has a way different from me. I also know that people process things in different ways. We’ve had that conversation on this forum before -some of us over analyze and sometimes suffer from analysis paralysis -but it’s not because we are wastes of time.
Most of my teachers thought I was lazy and useless because I couldn’t be still, didn’t do my homework, and was too smart for my own good. Fortunately I had a brain enough to get through HS, college, and grad school. Grad school was pretty awesome because since college was so traumatic academically I was not willing to repeat the process in grad school. So I did a great deal of research and discovered that I wasn’t stupid or lazy, I just learned differently. For example;
Instead of suffering through my horrible note taking I quit taking notes and started taping my lectures. I would have total recall from only a few minutes of listening to a lecture tape as opposed to not being able to make heads or tails of my lecture notes.
Instead of being disruptive trying to sit through a lecture I would get up and move around. In exams I would take a quiet room and read my questions out loud to slow myself down and thereby understand the questions. I learned that taking tests was more a matter of having good test taking skills and less about intelligence.
So when I teach (college) I reinforce all of these ideas with my students. You can tape my lectures, you can get up and walk around, you can take the test in the corner, in the testing center, wherever. I teach them how to study, how to trouble-shoot their errors, etc.
So back to horses.
I’m dealing with a thing it seems many of us re-riders are. I’ve developed fears that I didn’t have before. I’ve been riding since I was 7 or 8 years old in Trinidad. I always rode English (I guess it would be hunters?). I rode again when I came to the States. About 3 summers ago I rode with Christine Betz at Dark Horse in Rocky Ridge/Thurmont, MD. I was doing well enough that I was supposed to take Tempi (Janna Dyer’s PSG schoolmaster) to my first level debut that Fall. And then something happened.
I found myself questioning what the heck I was doing. I would be mounting and my brain would ask me if I knew how high up I was and how dangerous this activity was. I rode with this growing in my head -I would equivocate while mounting to the point that I’d come for my lesson (not with Christine) and then not ride at all -much to the annoyance of my then instructor.
Then I had Fella at that barn where the trainer did not let you ride your horse while it was in training. His training was going very badly for him and we were evicted when I suggested that perhaps he needed a different approach.
We landed at Sunset Valley Farm in Union Bridge, Maryland with the most amazing trainer -Jessica Millard. She came highly recommended as she, among other things, rehabbed horses for Gentle Giants Draft Rescue. She was patient and kind and strong when you needed it.
So here I am trying to sort out what is going on. Most of the time, at least recently, I have faith that I am moving forward. Last fall I had a setback of a pretty bad fall while galloping up a hill. This has complicated things. I thought I was over it until Fella crow-hopped at a canter transition and freaked me out. So I’m working on it.
My process is to talk alot about it. I’m done apologizing for my process. It is how I do things. I’m learning to just ride my horse and not be in a race to fix everything. I even have opinions on new things I encounter. It’s my way to inhale a thing, live with it, roll in it. I am trying to find a way out of this stage so I try many things.
Most of the time I am happy to do this and then someone comes along with far more power over me than I am happy with and says what my doubts say in my mind -you’re wasting your time, you’re wasting your trainer’s time, you’re wasting your horse’s time.
I’ll tell you this, Katarine. I will remember you for kicking me when I was down. I’m pretty sure I will succeed and get through this thing that is happening, and when I’m on the other side I will remember you and your contempt for someone whom you do not know but are sure you know. Just like I remember all those teachers who thought they knew me too.
Paula