Post by odile sophia guillory on Feb 13, 2011 2:05:45 GMT -5
Full Name: Odile Sophia Guillory
Age: Twenty four
Subject you wishto teach: Equestrian Studies
Second Choice: Science
Third Choice: Art
RP Sample:
Mary Janes tumbled to the floor as the riding teacher switched to the hard soled boots of a horse rider. Lacing them tightly, her eyes darted up to the saddles that sat in rows. A sigh waved from pink lips, relief and a tad bit of nervousness. It would be her first day with the new class, and she prayed it would work well. The hands that tied each boot on now fell together with her head bowed. Odile muttered that prayer, throwing all her faith into it before standing and tugging at the white button-up top.
Striding to those saddles, gloved fingers slid along each name plate. Those names were not of students, but the horses. The singularly nost important part of any riding class. Each one she memorized, met, and assigned to a student depending on skill level. Some were owned by pupils, some were school property. Every single one, however, held a piece of her heart and she cared for them deeply.
Leaving the tack room, the young woman went to each stall and readied the horses. Only, she did not bring them out or halter them. She merely placed each halter on the respective door. It was the student's job to take their horse and prepare them for the day. The fact that they must be in class early enough to groom and tack their horse was told to these students every day prior to her arrival. Today was no different. If anything, they should be there earlier in preparation for the coming horse show. Never the less, Odile was ready for her class. She only hoped that they would be.
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Age: Twenty four
Subject you wishto teach: Equestrian Studies
Second Choice: Science
Third Choice: Art
RP Sample:
Mary Janes tumbled to the floor as the riding teacher switched to the hard soled boots of a horse rider. Lacing them tightly, her eyes darted up to the saddles that sat in rows. A sigh waved from pink lips, relief and a tad bit of nervousness. It would be her first day with the new class, and she prayed it would work well. The hands that tied each boot on now fell together with her head bowed. Odile muttered that prayer, throwing all her faith into it before standing and tugging at the white button-up top.
Striding to those saddles, gloved fingers slid along each name plate. Those names were not of students, but the horses. The singularly nost important part of any riding class. Each one she memorized, met, and assigned to a student depending on skill level. Some were owned by pupils, some were school property. Every single one, however, held a piece of her heart and she cared for them deeply.
Leaving the tack room, the young woman went to each stall and readied the horses. Only, she did not bring them out or halter them. She merely placed each halter on the respective door. It was the student's job to take their horse and prepare them for the day. The fact that they must be in class early enough to groom and tack their horse was told to these students every day prior to her arrival. Today was no different. If anything, they should be there earlier in preparation for the coming horse show. Never the less, Odile was ready for her class. She only hoped that they would be.
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