I had my horse as an undergrad, then a post grad, and then however many postgrad degrees I could ram in after the first one (three, it turns out).
It was fine. When I was an undergrad, my horse was on campus because the uni had a barn, and I was allowed my car anyways. I didn’t have trouble balancing horse with social life and academics, but I was a B-average student and worked out that a 91% in a class is as good as a 98%. And in the classes I didn’t give a damn about and wasn’t going to get an A in anyway, (anything involving math) scraping by with a low B (like 81%) seemed reasonable. Do you remember what grade you got in that class in 2002? Yeah, me neither. I rode my horse six days per week because the turnout at my uni sucked (and probably still does… two hours per day in a wee paddock). I also went to parties, had friends, we did nights out at local restaurants, gallivanted into NYC, got up to all sorts of nonsense. I miss being an undergrad. I’d definitely relive that, but without the being young and stupid part.
The limitations I had were that semesters/years abroad seemed impossible, and I knew lots of people who were having an amazing time doing that. Ach well… I live here now. And because uni was far from where my parents lived (CO to MA), myself and horse couldn’t just pop home for the summer. I had to hustle to find something to do on the East Coast every summer. It wasn’t always fun, but it was character building.
I didn’t join as many clubs/societies as other people might have done. Whatever. I didn’t care. With other kids, that could be an issue. It depends on what they want to do. I was in the freshmen choir, which was great fun, then auditioned to join the upperclassmen choir. That choir director was like, “It’s a huge time commitment. We expect you to devote every evening of your life to the choir and we do concerts in far flung places like Philadelphia every weekend. Will that work with the horse?” I was like, um, no, not really. I was in choir for the craic. I wasn’t that serious. I found other ways to be involved in music that demanded les commitment.
If your kid is serious about the horse, she’ll make it work. It’s easily doable. If she wants to hurl herself wholeheartedly into other stuff, it will be hard. And some uni clubs/societies are super chill, whilst others expect you to sign over your life and your first born. Some kids are happy sticking to the thing they know and love. Some want to try lots of new things and maybe find new passions. You know your kid.
And this is what I say to the students I know now, either through my current barn (which has some young people) and through the Glasgow Uni mountaineering club, which I was involved in long after I finished my PhD. “Are you really going to spend the next 48 hours straight studying for that exam? Really? Why not spend a few hours riding your horse/going up that hill/going for a run?” You will probably study more effectively if you do that." No one listened, but I’d say it anyway.