Remedial Math Classes, Architecture Degrees and Wild & Crazy Dreams
I’ve always had a bit of a different way of looking at the world. That’s clearly why Maverick Riding has developed as it has. It’s unique: a trail program with a focus on horsemanship from the ground-up. We operate on the belief that you don’t need a riding arena to learn how to ride a horse (how wild!), and trails don’t have to be ho-hum nose-to tail trod-alongs on which riders are passive forms on a horse that’s mostly just looking forward to getting back to the barn to get this sack off his back.
In my Maverick style, I’m always looking for ways to keep trails alive and fresh. So recently, I’ve been investing considerable time researching the Masters of Ecosystem Science Management and Landscaping Architecture at TAMU. Why? Because when I’m kicking back on the porch of the ranch house looking out over the valley, or riding along the horseback riding trails, I can’t help but see all the amazing things that could be. Realizing that moving big mounds of dirt on a Central Texas Dude Ranch prone to flooding is a constant game in my mind, I set out to see what it would actually take to become the architect of the greatest playground I’ve ever loved: this ranch.
While going through the community college coursework offerings at ACC (revisiting some math and biology classes which couldn’t hurt before a Fall 2018 initiation into a TAMU MA program), I had the funniest flashback to my senior year in high school. I found a loophole in the school’s curriculum design, and managed to backtrack to a remedial math class. No one was amused but me. Funny thing was, my teacher had me pretty good too. She was ready for me with a full threat that there would be no passing the course without doing all the coursework and homework. Darn. My plan back lashed.
After quite some finagling I was able to convince the teacher to negotiate with me a bit. We came up with a plan that if I would become the personal tutor of one struggling student, all I’d have to do was take the exams and we would call it even. Without much ado, I took her up. Half-way through the year, we had two students from Columbian join the class. They spoke no English. Wouldn’t you believe that I got nominated to translate the class for them? Talk about a unique senior year math class experience.
I laugh because not only did I get to practice the art of maneuvering alternative paths, negotiating non-negotiable terms, tutoring and translating, but I also got one heck of a memory that I feel blessed to revisit now, some dozen plus years later, looking through coursework as I consider a math-laden Master’s program to become the chief architect of a ranch I never thought I’d be running. The world is a crazy place!
I can’t say for sure where I’ll be in Fall 2018. I can tell you that once I start dreaming, things to tend to come to fruition. So while I continue investigating this particular path to see if it’s a good fit, I’m sure I’ll enjoy many more memories popping up along the way. Here’s to good memories, being present in the moment, and looking forward to a beautiful future.