Category Archives: Pony Club
A few weeks ago I was helping out with my pony club. (It’s like Girls Scouts, but with horses. And technically it’s coed, but it’s almost always all girls. I can’t imagine why.) I was teaching the younger girls how to take apart their bridles and put them back together. One of them asked me if I could give her a ride the next time, because her house is on my way. I told her, “Sure, yeah, it’s no problem.”
The girl I was helping with her bridle—this new, very sweet eleven-year-old—looks up at me with wide eyes and awe in her voice: “You can drive?” She made it sound like the most amazing thing ever.
I had to stop myself from dying of laughter, because I didn’t want to embarrass her. “Yes, I can drive. I’m 25.”
“Oh. Okay then.” And she went back to cleaning her bridle. Children say the funniest things.
I help out with a pony club nearby, and part of the pony club involves ratings. Basically it’s like exams before you get the next level, just like getting a Gold Award in Girl Scouts or becoming an Eagle Scout in Boy Scouts. Our pony club recently hosted an HA rating, and one of the examiners was a little odd.
The HA rating is the highest rating for dismounted stuff, so it is pretty stressful for the pony clubbers. At the rating I was dubbed the “Official Provider of Moral Support”, which basically meant that I wandered around cheering up the girls (and the one guy) who were doing their rating. The examiner kept teasing me that I was the court jester and where was my hat and stuff like that. He was pretty nice about it, but strange.
At the opening, we had to introduce ourselves, and I mentioned that I was working on my PhD in physics. I have learned that this frequently results in awe and really strange questions about string theory. And I was not disappointed by this guy.
At one point in time he called me over and asked me what I thought about UFO’s. I must have looked confused, because he clarified, “I have seen several of them, and I want to know how they travel faster than the speed of light.” I was thinking, oh goodness, there are so many things wrong with this I don’t even know where to begin. First of all, UFO’s are UNIDENTIFIED for a reason. They are not necessarily alien spacecraft. And even if they are, how do you know that they travel faster than the speed of light. I told him that I really didn’t know the answer to that, and he made me promise that I would think about it. He kept periodically asking me for the rest of the weekend if I had figured out the answer yet. But I really don’t think it is something that anyone can figure out in a weekend, even if he wasn’t a little crazy.