The Last Day I Wore My FFA Jacket
On October 31, 2015, I unzipped my FFA jacket for the last time along with around 3,400 other FFA members that had just received their American FFA degree. It is essentially the capstone on many great FFA careers.
As I unzipped my jacket for that final time, a flood of emotions came over me. I tried holding back tears knowing that it was the end of a five year journey. But beside the sad emotions, those tears symbolized many, many memories and experiences that I can never forget. Those tears were not only sad tears since it was the end, but happy tears that it had even happened.
Imagine if those 33 young students from 18 states did not gather in Kansas City at the American Royal to form the Future Farmers of America. Imagine if the chapter from Fredericktown, Ohio did not don their blue corduroy jackets to Kansas City so that they would adopt those jackets as the official dress. What on earth would we wear!? What symbol would we have that essentially everyone from the state of Alaska to Puerto Rico and from the state of Maine to Hawaii know us for?
What I am trying to say is, there are so, so many people that have had a play in making this organization what it is today, and without all of those people, 3,434 FFA members would not have received their American FFA degree this year. They would not have been pushed to buy that cow, invest in that lawn-mower, or try that new type of corn to get the best yield.
Thank you to those 33 boys from 18 states for forming the FFA. I would not be the person I am today, and nor would the thousands and thousands of people that have been in the FFA be who they are either. Think about it, the FFA has produced a President! Anyone of the thousands current and past members could be one in the future!
Personally, I want to thank the good Lord above, my parents, my advisors, and all my friends for the experiences, resources, and memories to make it to this point in the FFA.