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Silver Glow's Journal - Admiral Biscuit



Silver Glow takes an opportunity to spend a year at an Earth college, where she'll learn about Earth culture and make new friends.

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March 3 [full day]

March 3

Today turned out to be a rather full day, and in a good way!

I got off to a bit of a late start, but finished my morning exercises in time to beat Brianna to the shower. I didn't take too long, because I knew she'd be there before too long—it's funny how I've gotten used to other people's morning routines like that.

Sure enough, I heard the bathroom door opening when I was just finishing up, and was out of the shower just in time for her to use it. She gave me a friendly smile as she went in. I really ought to go to her room and talk to her sometime; on Tuesdays and Thursdays we often enough meet up in the bathroom, but that's about all I ever wind up seeing of her.

She told me that it was World Wildlife Day, so after breakfast when I saw a fat squirrel running around, I told him, but he wasn't impressed. Then I gave him a piece of toast, and he ran off with it.

I was kinda nervous at the beginning of poetry class, 'cause I knew that Conrad was going to read my poem, and I wasn't sure what other people would think of it. Maybe they all liked Nietzsche, and would think that I was mean.

He kept me waiting. He started off with a poem called Cadenza, and I couldn't help but think of Princess Cadence, which I'm sure the poem wasn't meant to be about.

I hadn't really thought of it before, but I can't be thinking of the same things that my classmates do. The world that these poets have seen is different than the world I know. And it's funny, because the evidence of it is right in front of my muzzle every single day, but I guess I never really thought of it like that until just today.

We read a longer poem called North Atlantic next. There's something about an ocean that's just different and hard to explain to a pony who's never seen one. It's always mysterious and no matter how much you think you know it, it always surprises you. Even the sailorponies thought that, and they all had their superstitions for a safe voyage.

It takes a special kind of pony to sail a ship across the uncertain sea. Sometimes ships would come into port with damaged masts and hulls, and sometimes they'd never arrive, and nopony knew where they'd gone. Pegasus patrols could only go out so far, and it was rare that they'd ever find anything.

Every now and then on the beach, we'd spot boards that had come from a ship, and we'd always spend the rest of the day speculating what ship it had come from and if it had made it back to port, or if it had been lost. There was no way of knowing.

Conrad waited until the very end of class to read my poem, and there were a few snickers at the last line.

I decided to eat lunch with Trevor and his friends again. Cedric and Leon said that I needed a nickname, because everyone who's anyone has a nickname. I said that sometimes my friends just called me Silver, but Cedric said that wasn't good enough, and the two of them debated a little bit before settling on SG.

I told them that I'd watched the first Harry Potter movie, and that as long as we could come up with something for a Golden Snitch, pegasuses could play it. That made Cedric really happy, and he said that he was going to have to find something for me to autograph, so that when ESPN was showing coverage of Equestrian Quidditch games, he could point to it and say that he knew the original Quidditch pony.

I spent the early part of the afternoon finishing up on the New Atlantis map. I'd been right about Goldopolis; it was completely in the rain shadow of the mountains. Nopony sensible would build a town there, unless there were some natural resource that wasn't available anywhere else.

Places like that were special weather zones. It was a lot of work to drag the clouds over mountains, although there were some places where there were convenient lakes that could be used to get water up to a weather factory. It was kind of a joke in school that the real failures would be sent to an arid place, because there wasn't anything they could mess up, but the truth was that such areas were generally a destination for experienced pegasi, because every drop of water counted, and you didn't want some idiot to mess things up.

I'd just finished up when Peggy came back from class, and after she'd relaxed for a little bit and checked her computer mail, we went back to the makerspace to see what they'd come up with.

We tested their simple solution first. They had taken a set of hoof boots and modified them so that they had attachment points on the tread for snowboard brackets, or magnets. So we tried the magnets first, and that was really weird. When I set my hooves on the board, they stuck down, and it was really hard to angle them enough to get them to unattach, but I could kind of slide them, if somebody held the board.

I could fly and it would stay on. To test how magnet-y it was, Karen and a boy named Brandon wrapped their arms around my barrel, while another one called Kurt sat on the board. Karen and Brandon pulled on me until my hooves came free of the metal plates that were screwed to the snowboard.

It worked all right—Peggy said that it was important that I could break free if there was too much force, because otherwise I might break a leg.

Then Kurt showed me one of his projects while Karen and Brandon put the other fasteners on the hoof boots and snowboard. Those, they told me, would work just the same as they did with a human, but they weren't sure how strong my leg bones were, so it might not be as good a choice.

They didn't want to try and pry me off the board this time, but they did let me clip myself in and fly around the makerspace with the snowboard attached. It was weird; I couldn't use my legs like I normally would when I was flying, and I thought that might give me some problems, but I was sure by the end of the week I'd be used to it.

I paid them for all the stuff they'd bought, and they insisted that I had to report back on how well the equipment had worked.

When we were driving back, I told Peggy that the hoof boots were going to be inconvenient; they were designed for human horses who couldn't put on their own boots, so the fasteners on them were going to be difficult or impossible for me to use. She said that she didn't mind having to tie my boots for me.

After dinner, I sent a computer letter to Gates, to see if I could borrow his GoPro for the weekend. I thought that once I figured out how to properly use the snowboard, I could probably do some tricks on it that might look good on the camera. Then I collected everything I thought I might need for the weekend (which wasn’t much) and Peggy and I loaded it into the car. We’d be staying at a hotel for the weekend, so I needed to have my shower stuff with me.

Right before I went to bed, I got a reply back that I could; he'd meet me in the morning with it.

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