Well the cat is out of the bag

I did not want to put this on here until I knew for sure but now I know. I told everyone close to me when I remembered but really it was just one of those things that I was doing regardless of what anyone said because it was not something I talked about then forgot. This idea has been with me for years.

See before I did my equine science Diploma with Guelph I aspired to pursuit a study of the horses hoof. I contacted several schools of horse shoeing in Canada and the USA. I was greatly disappointed by the closest one to me in Canada after the head instructor was incredibly rude to me over the phone and the large sizes of the class put me off of ever thinking about going there. I heard more than one case of people who went in pursuit of a career in farriery only to not get the training they needed in school. There were far more students than the instructor could give hands on in a day. So I went in search of a school that had small class sizes and offered more hours of hands on than lectures or watching someone else. I wanted to handle a horse from day one.

My mothers best friend Souix was a farrier. In fact one of my first memories of riding was with Souix's daughter and friend of mine, Mindy when I was very young. The memory of Souix's rasp and hoof nippers stuck with me my whole life.

Souix went to Belleville school of horseshoeing in Michigan, owned by Red Tomlinson. Red offered me a couple years ago being good friends with Souix, a scholarship to his school in Michigan. It is only a few minutes walk from my cousins house. At the time everyone told me not to do it, not to take such a big risk and I half halfheartedly listened to them. I pleased my mom and dad and finished my diploma at Guelph with distinction. Then I went to work. I've been riding and doing management and barn cleanup. It's true that I make more than the average sh*t shoveler and have a very excellent reputation. But I was still left with this void. It certainly wasn't enough to live off of and I felt like my learning had halted to a crawl.

Not being a person to sit around and wait for results I bucked up and pulled out the old applications I had filled a few years back but never sent in. I looked again at all the schools I had decided were worthy and made my final decision. I am going to the Oklahoma school of horse shoeing. One because it's got amazing reviews. I've talked to many different farriers and they exclaimed although they thought other schools were great Oklahoma was not only one of the best in the USA, the class sizes were small, a new class starting every Monday but many good farriers and even vets resided there to help the learning process.

So I finally got my acceptance papers in the mail Thursday. As I peeled open the envelope and started reading the letters and looking at the other papers I realized there were two things very wrong.

First of all the week they said I was to start was the first week of Jan. My eyes must have popped out of my head. Not the week I applied for. Mild panic attack. I started pacing and reading more. Because I am officially living in Canada I have to complete papers and hand them into the US customs. Everything was printed out on them except my name. Now if you know me I was named Sydney for my grandfather who lived in Perth Australia for a number of years and always wanted to go back. Sydney Australia is spelt with a Y. My name was printed Sidney. Not like I could just take a pen and correct it. I think the whole world could have heard me palmface at that point. Of all the papers they could spell my name wrong on, the customs papers were the only ones.

After a bunch of frantic phone calls I should have my new papers and the correct date of me starting school (the 24th of Jan) by next Wednesday. I've never wanted the mail to come so bad so I can get all my loans and travel plans finalized. What a headache.

Then my main computers power supply died Christmas eve. It's still dead. I am really mad at it.
So if bad things come in threes whats next? Spare me karma, please?

So in all of this the hardest part is going to be leaving my horses. I've never been a homesick person, my sister covered that but I am going to miss for 12 weeks my horses so dearly.