Kansas FFA Vice President

If I Only Had a Brain

2012-01-26T08:44:00.000-08:00

If I Only Had a Brain

“I could wile away the hours

Conferrin' with the flowers

Consultin' with the rain

And my head I'd be scratchin'

While my thoughts were busy hatchin'

If I only had a brain.”

We are experts at figuring out how much better things would be “if only.” I can’t count the number of times I’ve made the excuse that I didn’t have what I needed. Whether it was the right program on my computer, the people skills to make new friends, the resources to write a paper, or enough money to buy the super cool thing calling my name at Walmart.

When there is always something new to set our sights on and the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, it is difficult to realize the difference between “need” and “want.” There are many things I want.

-A three door, navy blue pick-em-up-truck.

-A bloodhound puppy named Copper.

-A printer that doesn’t think pink is the new black.

-A new pair of square toe boots, preferably in red.

-And a shopping spree at Barnes & Noble, just to name a few.

Did you get all that Mom? (only joking!) We all have a few things on our mind that would definitely make life easier, or we would just be excited to have. That list of materialistic “wants” is very different from the list of things I need. In fact, when I think about it, I already have more than I need.

-A support team of family and friends who are always there for me.

-A roof over my head, a bed to sleep in, and clothes in my closet.

-A dream for my future.

-Gas in my car and food in my fridge.

-Goals to spend my time working towards.

What else is there? At times, when I think of all I don’t have, that second list can seem trivial. In truth, those items are the most important of all. Without them, I would have much bigger problems on my hands. So often we think of what we don’t have, when really, if we just look around us, we would see those aren’t the things that make us happy at all. If I really need a new pair of square toe boots just to make me happy, I am a very uncreative person. If I can only get a job done by having some fancy program on my computer, I am a very ineffective person. There are other ways, if only I use my brain and take the time to find them.

We can choose to focus on the things we do have. By learning to do what we can with what we have, we can see how lucky we really are. We all know the story of the Wizard of Oz (and non-Kansans never let us forget it!) The unlikely friends set off on a journey to find a brain, a heart, courage, and a home. But once they get to the place they think all their dreams will come true, they realize they had what they wanted all along- if only they had known how to look.

Happiness doesn’t come from a store. It comes from realizing the only one who can control our happiness is the one we see when we look in the mirror.

It’s not about getting what we want. It’s about wanting what we’ve got.

What's the Difference?

2011-12-28T17:26:00.000-08:00

What’s the Difference?

The easy things in life are usually our favorite: that class that just comes to us without effort, those friends we can just be ourselves around, the questions on a test we answer first. It seems there are so many things in life that require so much effort. So when we find the things that are simple, we often turn to them first and make excuses why we can’t possibly do the rest today.

When I was in kindergarten, my parents helped teach a teenage youth group. I got to tag along and loved being around the much cooler and much wiser big kids. A memory from their conversations always sticks out in my mind. They were joking about the three answers that could answer any question about church- Jesus, God, and the Bible. Let me give you an example.

What was the story in the sermon about today? - Jesus.

Where was the story from? - The Bible.

What did Jesus do in the story? - Talked about God.

What about God?- That He sent Jesus.

Why did He send Jesus? - Se we would know God.

How do we know God? - Read the Bible.

See what I mean?

These answers are easy. They require no thought, no work. Many times I find myself trying to slide by with these easy answers and “good enough.” A quote that continually pops up in my life is “Two roads diverged in the woods and I took the road less traveled and that has made all the difference.” I have not always taken the road less traveled. Many instances have come when I went along with the crowd and shouldn’t have, when I took the easy way out.

At the end of my freshman year I was elected as chapter sentinel. FFA was still pretty new to me and the other officers on the team all seemed so much older. They all seemed like they knew what they were doing. I wasn’t sure what I could contribute to the team. I felt that my ideas would be stupid compared to theirs and that there was no way I could possibly do anything for my chapter. I let the year slide by and was quiet as a mouse at officer meetings. I took the easy way out that year. I let my fear of my ideas being rejected and feeling stupid overcome my responsibility to help lead my FFA chapter that year.

Another time I took the easy way out was much longer lasting. My freshman year, I got involved in livestock judging. I loved it! I had very limited interaction with livestock before, and was fascinated to discover that not all cows were the same. I continued to livestock judge all through high school, and dreamed of one day being as good as “the boys.” “The boys” happened to be the star livestock judgers at Smith Center. As much as I aspired to be as good as them one day, it never happened. I worked at my judging skills, but only half heartedly, always intimidated by their superior knowledge. I took the easy way out by creating excuses for myself. They had been around livestock their entire life. They showed at all the county fairs. They knew who all the judges were. I could never compete with that, I told myself. Instead of practicing harder, I took the easy way out. “The boys” went on to win the state contest and compete at nationals.

Doing what is easy and doing what is right are sometimes on opposite ends of the board. And often the consequences are much more drastic than not doing as well as we would have liked. Sometimes we end up with regret, sad circumstances, and hurt- for us and those we love. As we make decisions, it is important to think about why we are making them. Is it because our friends made that decision? Is it because we are tired and don’t want to think about it anymore? Is it because we think no one else will care?

Don’t be satisfied with excuses and “good enough.”

Are you being the best friend you can be?

Is that F on your report card really somebody else’s fault?

Are you really too busy to help do some grunt work for your chapter?

Is leading on that girl or boy really “being nice?”

Are you really applying all your strengths to the best of your ability?

Is this an honorable decision you will be proud to have made?

Expect honesty from yourself. Sometimes the lies we tell ourselves are the most hurtful of all.

Two roads diverged in the woods.

I took the one less traveled and that has

made all the difference.

Don’t let yourself be sucked into the norms of today’s society, where politicians can have affairs, celebrities can embezzle money, and we can always find an excuse. Let’s take the road less traveled- Let’s expect more of ourselves and never be satisfied with what is easy.

The path we choose with every decision

is what makes all the difference.

In Your Dreams

2011-11-25T20:15:00.000-08:00

In Your Dreams

We spend a lot of time dreaming. Dreams occur during REM sleep which we get about two hours of per night (if you sleep eight hours.) That’s 730 hours per year that we spend dreaming. And that’s just while we are asleep.

According to new research from Harvard, people spend nearly half of the time they are awake daydreaming, and not thinking about what they are actually doing. If you are awake for sixteen hours, as the average person is, you spend eight hours daydreaming everyday. That’s 2,920 hours per year.

Together, that’s 730 hours dreaming plus 2,920 hours daydreaming which totals 3,650 hours spent in la la land every year. That’s 42% of your time.

And just what do we spend 42% of our time dreaming about? Everything. We dream about things that have already happened and how we would have done them differently. We dream about the future and all its possibilities. We dream of tests at school and spats with friends and the things on our to-do list. We dream of the things we want and the things we never had.

What I dream about most is what I want to do. There always seems to be so much of it. I want to get great grades and be involved in all the fun clubs. I want to get on the right track to my career and be a best friend, sister, and daughter. I want to stay in shape, be a good influence, and make a difference in my community. And on top of all that, I want to have time for my hobbies. The list goes on and on.

Everyone has their own list. And at times, we all feel that we don’t have enough time, that all these ambitions can only be accomplished in our dreams. What we need is inspiration. Motivation.Determination. These come from all kinds of sources. But they wear off quickly. With so many obstacles that get in the way of achieving our goals, inspiration has to be constant for us to reach our targets.

One source that has never ceased to provide inspiration for me is the FFA. It doesn’t seem to matter if the event is as big as National Convention or as small as a five minute workshop for the sole purpose of helping a friend with a video application. It can be a speech by a retiring officer or a conversation with an alumni member. No matter the method, I am always left with a feeling that I should DO something. FFA events always leave me with a challenge.

Sometimes, I find it easy to fall into habits and start to think that just sliding through things by the seat of my pants with “good enough.” But then, when I least expect it, the FFA seems to grab me by the shirt collar and give me a good shake. It reminds me of what I am capable of. I can do more. I can give more. I can be more. It reminds me that I shouldn’t settle for good enough when I can do better.

FFA has transformed my life at every run-in and will continue to do so. It inspires me to be a better person and think of what could be possible instead of being satisfied with what already is. It forces me to dream of bigger, better things when I don’t think I am capable and to take action.

What could you accomplish if you spent your 42% dreaming of all the positive differences you could make?

“All our dreams can come true, if we have the

courage to pursue them.”

~Walter Elias “Walt” Disney

Homemade Jollification

2011-10-30T13:58:00.000-07:00

Homemade Jollification

“Mom, I’m bored!” was a common saying in my house over the summer months. My brother and I didn’t do summer sports, we weren’t in 4-H, and there are only so many times you can watch Free Willy or the Fox and the Hound. Add in the factor that when you live twenty-five miles out of town, there aren’t exactly tons of people breaking down your door to come over for play dates and you get two siblings willing to try anything for a change of pace.

Now generally my mom’s answer to this statement was probably similar to what your mom told you. “Clean your room. Mow the yard. Do the dishes.” You know. The boring stuff. To which we always replied, “Mom, we want something FUN!” What we didn’t realize is that fun isn’t wrapped up in a little package sitting on your doorstep every morning. Fun is made, not delivered.

To cure our boredom, my brother Landon and I generally made up games to play. Luckily we also have a very creative Dad to help us out. We had an endless arsenal so none of our games would ever get old. If You Catch It, Pet Shop, Survivors, Explorers, Narnia, and our own version of soccer were just a few. But my all time favorite wasn’t really a game at all. It was the grass sled.

If you are looking to make a grass sled you need three basic components.

1. A riding lawn mower.

2. A length of rope.

3. A cardboard refrigerator box.

You can probably guess where I’m going with this. We would flatten the refrigerator box, tie it to the back of the

lawn mower, and my brother and I would ride it like a chariot while my dad drove around on the mower. Having the expansive yard that we did, this could occupy us for long periods of time, basically until Dad was sick of driving us around. This took a simple task of mowing the yard and turned it into the highlight of most of my summers as a kid. This is not fun bought from a toy store. This is a nice big batch of homemade jollification.

Now maybe my family is easily entertained, but I like to take this same approach to life in general. By finding entertainment in the bland things, such as mowing the lawn, a simple boring day can be turned into a great one. The problem is not that life is boring. The problem is our perspective. By shifting our perspective, we can see things in a completely different light.

This picture says it perfectly.

(For those of you who don’t know, the Krebs cycle occurs in plants, which makes this even funnier for this horticulture major) Instead of seeing just a sign saying not to chain your bike to the railing, the person who posted this sign decided to shift their perspective and have a little fun that day. Maybe I’m the only person who saw this and secretly laughed about it all day long, but even so, the shift in perspective turned an ordinary sign into a hilarious joke. At the risk of getting a few hater looks here, I’ll even quote Hannah Montana lyrics, just because they’re so true.

“Life’s what you make it, so let’s make it rock!”

See things as you wouldn’t normally see them. Take a trip back to five-year-old land when you could get hours of entertainment from a single action figure or hot wheels car. Next time you are having a day lacking a little spunk, shift your perspective, and try looking at the world in a different light.

Fun is all around us, if you only know where to look!

Rock Star Living- Not Just On Stage

2011-09-27T19:34:00.000-07:00

Rock Star Living- Not Just On Stage

The tones of the last song have not even finished, but her blond curls are disappearing behind stage. The crowd is screaming and waving glow sticks in the air as the music dies down. But the music doesn’t stop! Instead, it changes beat and begins to increase amplitude again. She comes back on stage- but wait!- She has on a completely different dress and her hair is braided now!

Dozens of outfit changes weren't the only impressive aspect of the Taylor Swift concert I attended with a few of my best friends. She also was suspended over the crowd and had dancers performing on trapeze bars, and props such as life size trees, staircases, and bridges that were used and relocated throughout the performance. The dancers were always in sync, the musicians always on the same page. Not a single flaw could be seen. Nothing had been forgotten.

Seeing such a massive production run so smoothly put me in awe. How did they do it? How did nothing go wrong? Even when I put all my effort into something, there is always bound to be that one thing that goes awry. But here was Taylor Swift performing in front of 50,000 people, switching instruments and outfits between every song, and still giving a five star performance.

This made me think: If she can do that, why is it that I am able to forget a book for class, lock my keys inside my car, or forget my concert ticket. (Yes I did that. Don't worry; it all worked out with relatively little difficulty- I just felt like an oaf in the process.)

The answer? Preparation. There are endless hours of practice that go into preparing for a concert. Although we don't get the opportunity to spend all our time in preparation for each day, the principle is the same.

“The harder I work, the luckier I get”-Samuel Goldwyn

Something else I loved about the concert is that even though Taylor has probably sang those songs a thousand and a half times, she still seems to feel the emotions she had when writing them. Maybe its an act, but if so, then she's a pretty good actress. Because she was prepared for the performance, she was able to spend that time in the moment- actually feeling what the songs are meant to make people feel- instead of worrying about where she had to be next and what clothes she was supposed to be in when she got there.

We too can have the opportunity to live each moment to the fullest if we take the time to prepare and don't have to waste time worrying about what we are forgetting or messing up. The reason I forget my books for class is because I haven't taken the time to prepare. By spending time preparing for the things I consider priorities, I can ensure I give them the best of me- not just what's left over when I get there. Don't waste your abilities by not preparing. Give everything you have to the things in your life that matter most.

The only part of the rock star life we see is the fun part, when they are on stage. Next time you wish you could live like a celebrity, remember the hard work they did to put on that performance.

Education Past the Textbook

2011-09-01T14:17:00.000-07:00

Education Past the Textbook

Growing up, I never really had a specific role model, unless you count Pocahontas. I just couldn’t find one specific person that I wanted to be just like. Clearly, I had a little misconception about role models. Role models are not someone you want to be for Halloween. This realization opened up the world of mentors to me. I have TONS of people that I look to for guidance. With school being back in session, a few specific ones come to mind. (There’s no way you’ll ever guess the first one!)

My advisor, Mrs. Weltmer (Ok, so you might have seen that one coming.) As is true for many FFA members, my advisor changed my life. She pushed me to try new things, encouraged me to apply myself in classes, and was always ready with a listening ear when I had something in my life to figure out. Not to mention she was a great friend. To take a clueless freshman in an introductory ag class to a state FFA officer, and all the stages in between took a lot of extra work and hours on her part. I am incredibly grateful for the direction she helped me find and how much she helped enrich my high scho

ol years.

But all the help she gave me is not the reason she is one of my role models. Mrs. Weltmer cares ultimately for the individual interests of each of her students. Whether they are interested in public speaking, welding, or anything in between; she takes it upon herself to encourage them and find opportunities for them to excel. She keeps others’ interests at

heart.

Daily investing in others is a skill I want to learn. Another one is to have a strong foundation, just like Mr. Evangelidis, AKA Mr. E, my high school science teacher. Mr. E is from Greece and has an accent we all love to attempt to imitate. He lets us get away with nothing and sticks to his beliefs, no matter how they are challenged. That is one of the reasons Mr. E is my role model. He doesn’t have to work for respect from his students, pure and simply because he deserves it- just by being himself and sticking to his values. It is apparent to anyone who meets him.

Finally, the latest addition to my list of role models is Dr. Davis, my Landscape Design professor at K-State. I have only been to four of his classes so far this semester, and already I can tell I am going to learn a tremendous amount from him. He challenges us to get to know the students around us and their perspective, instead of just memorizing the material. He opened the first lecture with the idea that we ‘never let our education get in the way of learning.’ To Dr. Davis, learning is a task we must take personal responsibility for; and it doesn’t just happen in class. It happens everyday, with every person you meet, and every opportunity you have.

These leaders in my life do not hold an office. They are simply teachers, just another educator in a sea of others. They could force students to read chapters straight from the textbook to teach, but instead they take the impact they can have seriously and use their strengths to mold our minds and habits as students. Without seeing their actions, it would be difficult to know where to begin being a better person.

You can learn from teachers- and not just Monday through Friday from eight to three-thirty.

You have impact too, whether you want to or not.

Who are you teaching?

Leaving Your Hobbit Hole

2011-07-30T09:37:00.000-07:00

Leaving Your Hobbit Hole

There are a few brief seconds of anxiety as the board creaks and bows under my weight as I walk the plank.

No I am not on a ship, or anywhere near an ocean. I am in my driveway. Or more specifically, standing on a board over the gaping hole where my driveway used to be. Abundant rainfall seems to be the norm in my hometown Smith Center this spring which has caused the creek to swell, washing away the dirt around the

bridge.

The necessity of “our two-by-four to the world” (don’t worry, its actually a little wider) has created a few new steps to my family’s daily routine. Though the half mile walk to the house is a great time to admire the starry sky, the cricket’s singing, or the dogs running down the drive to meet me, it also adds a few inconveniences. For instance, we take “the trolley” (otherwise known as a little red wagon) to haul things from the house to the car which is parked on the other side of the bridge. We take a flash light along with us if we will be returning home after dark so we can “walk the plank” without falling in the creek. And when friends come over, we meet them at the bridge to usher them safely across “the moat” and up the driveway to the house.

Being a little separated from the world has earned my house the nickname “Hobbit Hole” among my friends. I think it’s fitting. My home is a refuge. A place to escape from society. That Hobbit Hole is my home, the place where nothing can go wrong.

In the words of J.R.R. Tolkien, “It’s a dangerous business going out your front door.” Having to cross the gap in the driveway makes the separation between my home and the rest of the world seem a lot bigger.

Wouldn’t it be easier to just stay at home where everything is under control, rather than walking the plank?

Easier, perhaps. Better, no. That feeling, the in between part where I’ve already left the safety of the bridge and haven’t yet reached my goal on the steady land- that feeling in the pit of my stomach saying: This is so dangerous! I have no control! I could fall to the sharp rocks below at any moment! That feeling is one

that I’ve had far too little of in my life.

I have always lived my life with caution, planning out every detail, 100% in control of every piece. It was nice to know I had nothing to worry about. I wanted my whole life to be in my very own “Hobbit Hole”, where I had all my ducks in a row. Much later, I realized leaving nothing up to chance is a pretty dismal way to go about life. There are no adventures to be had without a little risk. When my perfect plans didn’t work out, I knew I was missing something.

Many times I have heard the phrase “God is writing your story.” By being so cautious, I had taken the pen from God’s hand and was attempting to be not just the book He was writing in, but the author as well.

My first semester at K-State proved that I am not capable of being the author. I was struggling in classes like I never had before, failing my friends, and letting important things slide. In the midst of my failure I found myself asking “What is my purpose?” Realizing I didn’t know the answer terrified me. Doing my best at everything I wrote into my life wasn’t good enough if I didn’t have a conclusion, a purpose for all the hard work.

Suddenly, I didn’t want to have that pen anymore. Writing the story isn’t nearly as fun when you don’t know what to say. It was tough for me to relinquish that control of my life back to where it should be- in God’s hands. I admit, I’m still a schemer, seeing how all the pieces in my life could fit together to create the perfect picture I want to see.

But I don’t have the perfect formula and I don’t have to force pieces to fit where I want them. God knows exactly how they fit. And he will put them into place at exactly the right time. My job is not to be the author, but to be the blank pages of the book, ready to be filled with the opportunities He sends my way.

Yes, it is a dangerous business going out the front door of your Hobbit Hole into a world where things are definitely not under control, and walking that plank can be scary. But perhaps it is as J.R.R. Tolkien said,

"Maybe the paths that you each shall tread are already laid before your feet though you do not see them."

Have faith that the pages of your book will be filled, if only you have the courage to let them be. So off with you, my fellow hobbits! Leave your Hobbit Holes in the Shire behind- walk the plank!

There are adventures to be had!

The Spice of Life

2011-06-26T22:03:00.000-07:00

The Spice of Life

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”

- Albert Einstein

-A quote that changes my life on a daily basis. As I get caught up in a busy schedule and having a million things to do, I try to remember this saying. It helps me see that amidst every little task I do, big or small, life is still chugging right along. It’s all too easy for me to get caught up in the “work” of things and miss the little moments that make life great.

As I begin my year as a state officer, I don’t want to miss a thing (and yes I did just sing that Aerosmith style). I want to enjoy every single step of the journey- be it happy, sad, disappointed, hyper, reflective, unsure, excited, or anywhere in between.

To everything there is a season,

a time for every purpose under the sun.

-Ecclesiastes 3:1

Therefore, I am making a conscious decision to live my life as if everything, EVERYTHING, is a miracle. To put my best foot forward, (being the list maker that I am) I decided to make a list of all the little things in my life that add a little glitter -- the spice of my life if you will.

1. SUMMER. I live for it. My friends call it an obsession. I just call it love. It’s when the sunsets are prettiest, the snow cones taste the best, there is no shortage of watermelon (my favorite food), and the best part: FIREWORKS! Not to mention a little star gazin’, some crickets singing, firefly chasing, and flip flop tans.

2. A healthy dose of television- it is my vice, but there’s just no bad day that Boy Meets World or the movie Runaway Bride can’t cure.

3. The zoo. Plain and simple it’s just fantastic. Giraffes are my favorite! Did you know they have no vocal cords?

4. Some good ol’ country music. New or old, it just has a way of taking the dust out of everyday life.

5. The board game Risk. I happen to be the reigning champion in my house! Careful, this (and Slap Jack) I’m actually competitive at!

6. Gardens. Though I never had much interest in flowers before, since becoming a horticulture major, I’ve developed a whole new appreciation for them.

7. Stumbleupon.com It is phenomenal. If I’m completely zonked and need a break, I do a little “stumbling” while watching TV. It’s a website that brings everything cool on the internet right to your fingertips- no search engine required!

8. I imagine heaven looks something like a cross between Barnes & Noble and a scene from Sweet Home Alabama.

9. Denim, thunderstorms, daisies, teddybears, turquoise, frozen apple cider, blue, flannel, trees for climbing, books, hammocks, fishing, dirt roads, Calvin & Hobbes, horses, drawing, picnics, peanut butter m and m’s, puzzles, swings, dogs, old trucks, attics, swing dancing, rodeos, duct tape, quilts, altoids, fair food, midnight snacks, ribs, Halloween, candles, puddle jumping, snow globes, and, of course, lists!

And last, but certainly as far from least as you can get...

10. The FFA. Before my freshman year I had no clue what FFA was. I had never heard of it. I signed up for the general agriscience elective and a chain reaction started. I met my advisor, who helped me get involved with events I had no idea I would grow to love. I found my Supervised Agriculture Experience projects which later influenced my college major- Horticulture. And I found inspiration in an organization that I could have an impact on and that impacted me. If I hadn’t happened to try Ag as a high school freshman, I would be lost, without purpose, and missing out on the most influential part of my life:

Agriculture Education.

What is the spice of your life?

Appreciate all the miracles!