Post by zackary t. shaw on Jul 10, 2013 4:54:17 GMT -5
It was well after 11 pm on Sunday evening when the large 6 berth Oakley horsebox arrived on campus, it’s once shining black and red paint now caked in the dust of the Nevada desert through which it had spent the day traveling. 2 men sat in the cabin, awaiting their escort to the right area.
All Zack could think right now was how HOT this country was, unlike his beloved home back in the green fields of England. He was tired, he was a little miserable and he was more than a little homesick and jet lagged. The last few days had been horrific for him, having endured 3 airports, a long-haul flight to new York, another up to Idaho to see his Parents and their new family home, however briefly he had been there, before loading his horse, who he had greatly missed these last 2 months, his Step mothers car and school stuff into this enormous horsebox and finally the 15 hour drive through Nevada to get here in time for his semester to start. The young man looked and felt rough, and simply wanted to take a shower and sink into bed.
Soon they were met by their amazingly cheerful greeting party, despite the lateness of their arrival, who helped unload vehicle so that Mr Shaw Sr could head off to his hotel after saying Farewell to his son, before making the long drive back to Idaho in the morning. They carefully unloaded the horse, who seemed as grumpy and miserable as his rider, and tried to nip at the stable hand that was trying to remove his shipping boots. This was met with a gentle but assertive tap to the nose by Zack who muttered in his soft English drawl “C’mon Khan, I know you’re knackered. So am I, but we need to make a decent first impression…” The creature snorted softly into his hands and put its ears back tiredly as Zack rubbed at that soft black and white forelock. Finally, they led the horse to his stall and bedded him down for the night while Zack was led in to fill in his forms, pick up his timetable and books, and finally be led to his dorm. His body clock was shot… it was now almost 1 am, and his head was telling him still that it was almost 9 in the morning. Jet lag sucked! He was exhausted, and finally, after unpacking his uniform and wash bag he sank into the new and alien bed. He would shower in the morning before classes and breakfast but it wasn’t long before sleep claimed him.
The next thing he knew he was roused from his sleep. He wasn’t sure why. He checked his watch which read 13.34 and he almost fell from the sheets in panic. He’d overslept! He grabbed his wash bag and uniform and made his way quickly to the showers, but found it strange that no one seemed to be around, and he could also hear ... snoring… He pulled his phone from his pocket .
5:38 am..
He groaned and placed his things down on the bench before stepping into the shower. Half an hour later he emerged, showered, shaved, dressed and ready to face the day, and headed for the common room to await the breakfast bell. Things were livening up now as other students were rousing themselves as she sat and read through his Latin textbooks after glancing at his schedule, headphones plugged in tight and some classical chill out music to help ease his mind for the day.
Breakfast was an odd affair for him, and the offerings from the canteen and the choices of some of his fellow students baffled him somewhat. He stuck with Toast fruit, for now along with a large bottle of water. He would need it in this heat. It was only 7 am and already uncomfortably warm for the British lad.
All Zack could think right now was how HOT this country was, unlike his beloved home back in the green fields of England. He was tired, he was a little miserable and he was more than a little homesick and jet lagged. The last few days had been horrific for him, having endured 3 airports, a long-haul flight to new York, another up to Idaho to see his Parents and their new family home, however briefly he had been there, before loading his horse, who he had greatly missed these last 2 months, his Step mothers car and school stuff into this enormous horsebox and finally the 15 hour drive through Nevada to get here in time for his semester to start. The young man looked and felt rough, and simply wanted to take a shower and sink into bed.
Soon they were met by their amazingly cheerful greeting party, despite the lateness of their arrival, who helped unload vehicle so that Mr Shaw Sr could head off to his hotel after saying Farewell to his son, before making the long drive back to Idaho in the morning. They carefully unloaded the horse, who seemed as grumpy and miserable as his rider, and tried to nip at the stable hand that was trying to remove his shipping boots. This was met with a gentle but assertive tap to the nose by Zack who muttered in his soft English drawl “C’mon Khan, I know you’re knackered. So am I, but we need to make a decent first impression…” The creature snorted softly into his hands and put its ears back tiredly as Zack rubbed at that soft black and white forelock. Finally, they led the horse to his stall and bedded him down for the night while Zack was led in to fill in his forms, pick up his timetable and books, and finally be led to his dorm. His body clock was shot… it was now almost 1 am, and his head was telling him still that it was almost 9 in the morning. Jet lag sucked! He was exhausted, and finally, after unpacking his uniform and wash bag he sank into the new and alien bed. He would shower in the morning before classes and breakfast but it wasn’t long before sleep claimed him.
The next thing he knew he was roused from his sleep. He wasn’t sure why. He checked his watch which read 13.34 and he almost fell from the sheets in panic. He’d overslept! He grabbed his wash bag and uniform and made his way quickly to the showers, but found it strange that no one seemed to be around, and he could also hear ... snoring… He pulled his phone from his pocket .
5:38 am..
He groaned and placed his things down on the bench before stepping into the shower. Half an hour later he emerged, showered, shaved, dressed and ready to face the day, and headed for the common room to await the breakfast bell. Things were livening up now as other students were rousing themselves as she sat and read through his Latin textbooks after glancing at his schedule, headphones plugged in tight and some classical chill out music to help ease his mind for the day.
Breakfast was an odd affair for him, and the offerings from the canteen and the choices of some of his fellow students baffled him somewhat. He stuck with Toast fruit, for now along with a large bottle of water. He would need it in this heat. It was only 7 am and already uncomfortably warm for the British lad.
