Fond FFA Memories

2007 National FFA Convention. (L-R: Amanda, me, Josh, Tyler, Aaron)

It’s only been 3 years since I hung up my FFA jacket but it seems like a lifetime since I’ve felt the familiar hug of that national blue corduroy.

This week makes me miss my FFA days even more because its National FFA Week.

Last year, I wrote about experiencing FFA Week as an FFA Alumni. That post focused on looking forward and finding a way that you could help the next generation in agriculture.

This year, however, I’m looking back.

On Sunday, Aaron and I had a chance to catch up with one of state officer teammates, Josh Kerr.

We reminisced about our year as Kentucky FFA State Officers and laughed about all the crazy things we did.

When Tyler flicked a sugar packet across the banquet table into the cream dish during an etiquette dinner.

Tyler and Aaron at the 2007 Ag Day

When Aaron went bowling with our executive secretary’s infant daughter in his other arm.

(Don’t worry, she’s escaped unharmed. If Anna Grace can survive our team she can survive anything!).

The night that a beam fell out of a State Fair horticulture display, hit me on the head and rendered me unable to drive myself back to Lexington.

Aaron and Josh drove me from Louisville to Lexington, dropped me off and attempted to drive back to Murray at 2 am.

How some people on our team had used their FFA jacket to talk their way out of a speeding ticket while others weren’t quite as lucky.

The unique nicknames that Daniel and Chelsea gave everyone on our team.

When Aaron and Tyler got lost for two hours on dirt roads in the mountains of Eastern Kentucky.

We laughed about lying to our parents, telling them not to worry because it was just raining in Central Kentucky. In actuality, we were driving 3 hours through a snow storm to make it to the Fleming County Chapter Officer Workshop.

There were somethings we didn’t miss.

Instead of a workshop, we went sledding in Fleming County.

Going through at least two pairs of black pantyhose a week.

Always having a trunk full of hula hoops, smelly markers, saran wrap and candy because you never knew when you might need them for a workshop.

Eating banquet food nearly every night for 3 weeks.

Breaking countless state degree chains because they got caught in everything from your seat belt to a barbed wire fence.

Spending more time in our cars than we did in our dorm rooms.

Constantly hearing our professors complain when we told them we would be missing another class for an FFA activity.

Then there were the things we would give anything to experience again.

Another cross-Kentucky road trip in Aaron’s dad’s Avalanche.

A late night serenade from our favorite rock star ag teacher under the pavilion at FFA Camp.

Meeting hundreds of Greenhand Degree recipients with their entire FFA journey ahead of them.

The rush of running into the state convention hall under a tunnel of delegates’ arms.

Having our whole team together again, just to do one more real team “mafia.”

As I look back on my year as a state officer, I can’t help but smile.

We did some crazy things but we did them because we weren’t letting anything (not even common sense) stop us from giving 100% of ourselves in service to the nearly 15,000 members of the Kentucky Association FFA.


Happy FFA Week!

About Celeste

Celeste grew up on a family beef cattle and show pig farm in Western Kentucky. In addition to farming and life as a restaurant wife, Celeste owns Celeste Communications where she works as a photographer, graphic designer, videographer and consultant. This blog is Celeste's personal soapbox. Any ranting or raving is her own and does not reflect the opinions of any of her clients. All photos and posts are copyrighted property of Celeste Communications.

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