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This class had been enjoyable and fun, just like all my previous classes here. The teachers are kind and helpful, just as I had been expecting.

Just as I had noticed and realized, how Cheerilee loves to teach us fillies; Sassy Saddles loves to teach me riding, as well. She is a fantastic Pony. What else could I possibly say?

Should I have been expected an allergic reaction, as I entered the stable? Either way, no such experience occurred to me.

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While my school uniform isn't quite what I had been expecting, but it is quite consistent with the workers uniforms and the clothes here in general.

Rarity is providing us, me with comfortable clothes I can proudly show myself wearing around here. While no Cotton or Silk is to be seen; the material is comfortable and form-fitting enough. It isn't as if I could rip these clothes, even if I had tried. Not because I had wanted to, or been worrying if these clothes would rip, just saying.

“Girls will be Girls, as they say!” I ponder; "You can't contain a girl, in order to preserve her clothes!” I conclude.

The prominent changes to my school uniform is the Riding jacket and helmet. Though I am wearing a pair of Crescent Moon boots and fitting Pony Shoes.

Since I am not just here to ride once, I have my own uniform; including the Boots and Helmet. I place the riding gear or tack in my locker. I am told, these will be cleaned, before the next class. Probably some time later tonight, after sunset.

I did not query further. I do not need to know or care about their policies and practices. If I need to know, they will be explaining these things in class. Unless they had been explaining this in the introduction, of course.

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We do have a few subjects I had not expected, even if I guess Ponish should have been obvious. I just could not have foreseen it.

English and Mathematics were given, from the start. These are obligatory in every school, and everyone knows it. We also have a few fun classes; like drawing, singing, gymnastics. Though Lunch is actually considered a class, I have to attend as well. Who knew? Go figure.

As opposed to what had been expected; classes like gymnastics, singing and arts are subject groups introducing various subdivisions with their own subjects for us to attend in order to learn and study. How curious.

Modern Ponish and Riding seem to be obligatory classes I have to attend each and every school day. Not that I mind; it is fun, and I enjoy to learn with the girls in my small class. Yes, they have very small classes in Cheerilee's classes. Apparently, we're going to be nine girls and one teacher.

For now, the riding class is a private tutoring and experience. I have not asked why. I expect them to explain it in due time. Or, it will be made obvious.

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Just as expected, I had a changing room with a shower. Just that I am alone, in the changing room as I am alone in the class. I guess this is an effect of Private Tutoring.

Even if I had not been told, I had to take a shower or anything; I had chosen to shower, all the same. I had not been warm enough to sweat, but the offer of a shower still is enticing enough, to me at least.

Slipping out of my clothes before the shower, only to slip into the school uniform before I had left the changing room on my way to the next class. I'm looking forwards to see all the girls in my class, including the teacher. Well, why not?

I like my class mates, just as I like my teacher. Cheerilee is such a nice person. Who cares if she is a Mare, or a Woman? If she is nice to me, as she is teaching us, what more could I possibly wish for? She is nice, and she is teaching us all these new things.

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Back in my regular school-uniform, I raise to my feet. Giggling like the little school-girl I am, as I am walking over the floor, towards the door out of the room. What had you been expecting?

While I may be alone, now; but I had not been alone, in the company of the Pony, who is my teacher or Private Tutor for the class. I had been enjoying myself, and the class as presented. How could I not? It is after all the dream, of every girl; or, so it is said.

I am not owning the Horse, or Pony; but since she is a Person, I simply can not own her. How would that have looked, if I had even claimed as much; it would be slavery, which is wrong in so many ways.

As I am reaching the door, I am opening it; the way I had been instructed, and the door eagerly slide up without a sound.

“Since I am permitted to leave the room, the door is bound to open for me...” I ponder, as I leave the room, still giggling.

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“Clip clop, clip clop; clip clop, clip clop..” is hears as I trot from my riding class.

“I am living my dream, the dream of every little girl here!” I ponder, snickering.

I don't even realize, I am taking after the Pony I had been riding. Should I? Still, she is a Pony and a Mare; not just any horse, and she is such a good teacher.

“I had my Pony all to myself, the entire class..” I ponder; "and she was eager to teach me everything she had time for, in class!” I conclude.

So much fun! So much fun! So much fun!

Never, even in my wildest dream; had I pictured myself on the back of a Horse, having so much fun.

Maybe I did not know everything? Though I'm just a little girl. I have time to learn, to experience.

Only now, I have another class I need to attend to; another class, I want to attend to.

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Author's Note

Ms. Anna Sheridan's POV

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