Going
back to visit my high school over Christmas break, feelings and memories came
rushing back. Let me take you back with me…
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Cross-dressing
as a male in Litchfield High School Theatre’s fall production of “Singin’ in
the Rain” was my first (and only) experience on the stage and start of my
sophomore year. Theatre was something I always wanted to try, and I am glad I
did when I did. I began to become more aware of the other opportunities FFA had
for me and started doing more with FFA; meanwhile, I saw myself pulling away
from my athletics and certain friends. Fast forward to mid-sophomore year when
I made the decision to run for Region V office, thanks to the advice of some
FFA advisors and mentors. Blessed with the opportunity to serve Region V, I
knew my high school experience was about to become much different than my
classmates - especially because at the time, many students didn’t even know we
had an FFA chapter in our school.
Junior
year brought challenging classes as half of my schedule were CIS (College in
the School) classes and a balancing act as I started to become active with
Minnesota FFA on the state level with experiences like APEx (which I highly
recommend!), Region V leadership conferences, and creating an Ag in the
Classroom program in Litchfield. While my friends were hanging out on the
weekends and starting to be in “relationships,” I felt a bit lost. I found
myself struggling to keep up with the schedule I had created for myself -
including a social life, which was practically non-existent at this point. I
started questioning my decision of committing myself to FFA. While I LOVED who
I was and what I was doing at FFA events, as soon as I got back to school, I
struggled. I started asking myself, Why did you decide to do this to
yourself? You are about the furthest from a normal student ever. You have few
close friends at school. All you do is study and go to FFA events.
Suddenly, I didn’t love school anymore and wished I lived in about six different
towns around the state of Minnesota to be closer to my FFA friends. When it
came time to decide if I wanted to re-run for Region office, I knew this was my
opportunity to spread my wings even more in FFA around the state and even
around the country, or I could drop everything I knew. I ran for Region
President, and with the support of many family, friends, mentors, and advisors
was blessed to serve Region V and immersed myself even deeper into FFA.
The
summer between my junior and senior year in high school, I spent almost four
straight weeks with FFA for region officer trainings (ROLO and POWER),
Washington Leadership Conference, and SGLC. I then spent five days with
Minnesota FFA in the Miracle of Birth Center’s Chapter House and Leadership
Center during the State Fair - and I loved every second of it. I knew I made
the right decision and felt as though I was officially in the right place at
the right time with the right people. I was finally excited for my future in
agriculture. I mended some of the friendships I had broken during sophomore
year and started senior year re-energized.
Senior
year brought many absences from school (I think I could count the number of
full weeks I went to school on two hands), a passion, and a purpose. My
involvement increased in FFA even more and my schedule again began to pile up.
Between Ag in the Classroom, serving as a National Convention delegate, going
to Alabama through a chapter exchange program, and losing a close FFA friend
from Texas, by Christmas break, I was so overwhelmed with school work,
scholarship applications, and my FFA responsibilities, I was once again feeling
the slump. (Maybe like you are feeling now…) After attending Delaware's State
FFA Convention, I was refocused and re-energized. My spring only got busier
with speech competitions, scholarship and awards nights, graduation prep, and
then State Office responsibilities.
FFA
was not a popular thing to be a part of in my high school. In fact, my best
friend Emma always told me, “There’s all those ‘ag’ kids that meet in the ag
room each morning, and then there’s you. Why do you do it?” I would always tell
her I was just an ag kid too, who happened to be in choir, tried out the
musical, worked at home on the farm, showed livestock, played basketball for
years, and was an honor roll student. I was no different than any of them; we
all had many rings in the fire, just like you.
Oftentimes
we get caught in the seemingly, never-ending cycle of school, sports, jobs,
other activities like FFA or Student Council, and homework - and the mid-school
year slump catches up with us. We might feel lost and out of place or simply
overwhelmed with the amount of responsibility we have put upon ourselves (or
feel others have put on us).
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Recently
I went to the movie “The Greatest Showman” (if you haven’t seen it yet, I
highly recommend it!) and one of my favorite songs is titled, “This is Me.” My
favorite part of the song is the chorus, so I’ll leave you with some lyrics
that have recently hit me hard:
“When
the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I’m
gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
I
am brave, I am bruised
I
am who I’m meant to be, this is me
Look
out ‘cause here I come
And
I’m marching on to the beat I drum
I’m
not scared to be seen
I
make no apologies, this is me”
**(you
can listen to the full song here: https://youtu.be/wEJd2RyGm8Q)
This
year we have the opportunity to embrace our true selves and do what makes us
happiest. Don’t let baggage and responsibilities weigh you down - no matter
what, there is always tomorrow. Cling to the hope of a new day and enjoy life
surrounded by those you love and love you.
Stationed by the ear of corn,
Kylee
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