Thoroughbreds : Preppies. They are "true" athletes, never 'jocks'. Monogrammed blankets, leather halters, Nike eventer shoes, the latest custom trailer and tack. Color-coordinated to their event.
Quarter Horses : Definitely the jocks. Strutting around flexing those muscles, showing off their butts. Not real bright. But always receiving passes from the opposite sex, since they are responsible for all the trophies in the glass cases.
Paints : Just Quarter Horses with too much make up on! Think they're better than the Quarter Horses, because they're prettier.
Connemaras/Andalusians : Gorgeous chicks with sultry eyelashes, sexy curves, devil-may-care attitudes. NOT into studying or anything to do with geometry. Great fun to be around, delightful senses of humor, and the world's best pranksters.
Appaloosas : Could only be the stoners. They would drop acid so they can watch their spots move.
Shetland Ponies : Frightening, spiky hairdos, snotty attitude and any color of the rainbow. Gotta be PUNKS. Some even sport tattoos.
Friesians : Big, buff, and always in black, they are the biker clique. Cigs hanging out of the corner of their mouths, dangerous glint in the eyes, daring anyone to cross their path.
Arabians : The Cheerleaders. RAH! RAH! RAH! SIS BOOM BAH! GOOOOO TEAM!! (Need I say more?)
Morgans : They're the nerdy teacher's pets, running around doing everything from yearbook to decorating the gym and ratting out the bikers, stoners and jocks. They have perpetual wedgies.
Icelandics and Paso Finos: They're the little squirrelly geeks who flit around a dance trying to fit in and fail miserably. The kind who wear rip-off WeathaBeetas.
Akhel Tecky (Akle Takl? Ackle Tackle....!! Akhal Teke!!): Foreign exchange students. And no one can spell their names either.
Hackney Ponies : A breed this manic would have to be a band geek. Marching along with their knees and heads held high . . . . . even when going to the bathroom.
Warmbloods : They would be the school staff and faculty. Looking down their noses with righteous indignation and disgust. Secretly wishing they were having half as much fun as anyone else.
Drafts (all breeds): No real clique, they're just the big guys who sit in the back of the room and fart a lot (and then laugh). After all, who is going to STOP 'em?
Percherons : Those big guys from the Offensive & Defensive lines on the football team who would carry concrete blocks up eleven flights of stairs just because they were asked to.