Monday, August 19, 2019

Try Something New

Try Something New           
When I was in high school, I went to a very limited number of sporting events. For one, I live on a farm so I was always taking care of the turkeys, feeding the goats, or grinding feed for the steers. Second, I did not play any sports in high school. I was involved in many other intra curricular and extracurricular activities. These consumed my afternoons and evenings, which meant going to sporting events was not really something I thought about. Third, I didn’t really like sports. I thought sports were silly and why would someone pay $6 to watch an hour or two of something. I refused to buy the $60 Student Ticket that would get me into anything. All in all, I didn’t really like sports. 
    Then in my junior year, I went to a few soccer games and enjoyed them. I thought it was amazing that they could run for so long and not seem to be tired. As my senior year rolled around, my sister Hannah played volleyball. Being a supportive big brother, I went to a couple of her games. I would watch her play and then leave before  varsity started. I continued to go to some soccer games as well as Hannah’s games. For volleyball, Senior night was getting really close and I was friends with basically all the seniors. I told myself that I would go to that game to be supportive of all my friends. I absolutely loved the game. The constant back and forth had me at the edge of my seat the whole time. Everytime one of the girls got an ace, the team and the bench would kick a foot out and scream “See Ya.” At first I thought it was the silliest thing ever, then as it continued through out the game, it started to grow on me. Since I was sitting in the little student section that was there, a couple of us started joining in on the little chant. It was the most fun I had had in ages and it gave the team more encouragement. By the end of the night I was a pro at “See Ya.” I went up to all my senior friends and told them how much fun I had. From that night on, I went to every home volleyball game there was. I even started to help out a bit. On the breast cancer awareness game, I helped sell t-shirts to support the Jay County Cancer Society. This gave me something to do as well as a different atmosphere to be in. 

I then started to go to basketball games with my friends Katie and Aaron. They taught me to enjoy another sporting event in the school. I went to almost every home game that season with them and loved every minute of it. Turns out that I enjoyed watching a good game of basketball with even better friends. I mean if I didn’t would I even be a Hoosier? I was able to build relationships with the people we sat around at these games that I would not have had. 
 I always thought that sports were not for me and by thinking so, I did not allow myself to get out and try something new. As a lesson, I learned to always try something new, even if I was unsure of the possible outcomes. See Ya, Dillon Muhlenkamp

Monday, August 12, 2019

Striving for the Extra Second

         "If you fail at first, try doing it the way your coach told you to do it the first time.” I wish I would have understood this my first few years of high school. You see, I was a swimmer all four years of high school and for the first few years I was very frustrated at my coach. She made me swim the 500 yard freestyle, which I hated with a passion. I began slacking in practice because I didn’t agree with coach and her methods. Every meet I would walk in hoping to see my name under a different event, but it was always the same. At one point I told coach I was thinking about quitting the team. She simply looked up, pointed at the door and said, “I don’t want anyone here that doesn’t want to be here, so if you don’t want to be here there’s the door.” She had called my bluff and I realized she wasn’t going to move me to a different event.
I then asked her why she had me in those events even though I wasn’t very good at them. She told me simply “To make you a better swimmer.” I thought about this a lot and it was over Christmas break that I realized I wasn’t going to be in another event so I might as well get good at this one. So, I practiced with a newfound strength and started improving my time. I no longer slacked off and tried to keep the arguments with coach to a minimum. After I did well in the first meet back from the break my coach did something surprising. She took me out of the 500, I was shocked and decided that I was going to have a chat with coach. she couldn’t just take me out of an event I had been working so hard to prepare for, could she? Her reasoning only made me more frustrated, it was to make me a better swimmer. She continued to move me to different events every time I was decent in one, to the point that I gave up trying to figure out her madness. When my senior year rolled around, I received the title of team captain and decided I was going to try my best to make it to the state level. I would come in for voluntary practice every chance I got, along with the normal practices. Coach decided halfway through the season to let me try a stroke that I had never competed in before, breaststroke, and I started off rough but quickly started dropping time. Coach then decided to put me in one of the only events I had never swam before, the 200 IM which is a combination of all four strokes. I realized that I was really good at it for not having swam it in a meet before. This was due to my coach making me practice every stroke until I was decent at them. I also had the endurance to swim the very tiring event because I had experience in the 500. During sectionals our relay team missed going to state by .7 seconds and all I could think about was, what if I would have put faith in my coach back in 9
th and 10th grade? What if I wouldn’t have slacked off? Would my team be going to state? When it comes to giving effort, always give your best as soon as possible. The sooner you start working hard, the sooner you will see results. Go out and get the results you will want in the near future, because they won’t show up today. Getting faster, Eion Stephens

Monday, August 5, 2019

Unintended Lessons

“Forget your lust, for the rich man’s gold, all you need is in your soul, you can do this if you try, all I want for you my son, is to be satisfied.” These lyrics probably sound familiar from either hearing Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd or you have met my Grandpa Albert, in which makes these lyrics come to life or simply is just a prime example. If you have the chance to meet my amazing Grandpa here’s some of the first characteristics you might notice. He is calm, caring, open minded, never is mad, and a man who lives for Jesus. My favorite thing about my grandpa, is his appreciation for the little things in life. Growing up with grandpa we always played the best games with our imagination or games in the car. My favorite game was hide the pencil. I became frustrated because he always hid them so well, I never could catch on. Another game is, you pick a color and however many cars of this color you see on the way home, you tally up and the one with most points wins. Hanging around my grandpa you often hear him say appreciate the little things in life.

 My grandpa is a man of many lessons, whether intends them to be or not they are. My grandpa is one of the most artistic people I know. He tells me stories about how is aunt taught him how to paint. Sometimes we would watch Bob Ross together. If I was to remember one thing Bob Ross said it would be, no mistakes, just happy accidents. When my grandpa was teaching me how to paint, he hears the words, grandpa I cannot believe I messed up again. Followed by this, he tells me to stand up look back and he says look at the overall picture. Does this one little ‘accident’ as he calls it define what your picture is? Or does it make it unique? As I am so frustrated and can not believe I messed up again, my grandpa looks at me calmly and said “ Taylor, take a step back, does this mistake change your entire picture, or does it make it what it is?” These words stick with me as I imagine my life in an overall picture. I sometimes find myself frustrated, that I can’t seem to do anything right or that nothing is going the way I planned it. Then, I remember the wise words of my grandpa, “ Taylor, take a step back and look. Does this change your overall picture?” I remain calm as I know my grandpa would and put my faith in God. My grandpa always has a smile on his face, no matters what has happened. I have never once heard this man complain, unless country music is on the radio. I often think to myself, if I could be half the person, he is, I would be doing okay.

Always Learning, 

Taylor Roy

Monday, July 29, 2019

The Corduroy Dream

It is State Convention.  Elliot Hall of Music is swarmed with a cluster of blue corduroy jackets.  Members are shifting around in their seats as the house lights drop and a hush falls over the crowd as the State Officers begin opening ceremonies.  The State President grabs the gavel and proclaims those famous words:
“FFA members, why are we here?”

On the third gavel tap, thousands of blue jackets rise up around me, towering over me in a sea of National Blue.  I am not standing, however.  I am sitting in my red, white, and blue plaid shirt and jean shorts, amazed at what is happening around me.  Being a 5th grader, I was still too young to have my own FFA jacket. I was simply an observer, and a dreamer.  And although I had no idea what was ahead, I knew that I was going to have my own FFA jacket someday.
    Two years later, I zipped up my first FFA jacket.  It had been my dad’s—and all of his brothers’—jacket.  It had a “Vocational Agriculture” emblem on the back, and my last name hand-stitched to the front, from when my Grandma Berning had done it for my dad and his brothers.  I wore that jacket proudly to State Convention that year, and stood proudly as I had as the State President proclaimed:
    “FFA members, why are we here?”
    However, I was still waiting for my own FFA jacket.
    After that first convention in a jacket I was constantly asking my agriculture teachers when I would be able to finally get my own FFA jacket; one with my name stitched on the front.  And it seemed that every time I asked, my teachers would always remind me that my dad’s jacket had the right chapter on it, which made it fully functional for the time being.  Of course, I brushed these remarks aside.  After enough pestering, I was zipping up my FFA jacket and standing to these words:
    “FFA members, why are we here?”
      From that point forward, I had plenty of chances to wear my jacket.  I went to conferences, banquets, conventions, and took the occasional strut around my room clad in full-on Official Dress.  I was able to wear different jackets with my name, jackets that took me much farther than I had ever dreamed possible while I was staring in awe of those years before.
    Just a couple weeks ago, we received our State Officer FFA jackets.  As I picked it up, I started to remember back to that State Convention in 5th grade.  Back to the day when all I could dream of was having my own FFA jacket.  As I was looking at my new jacket, I turned it around and saw the word “Association” stitched on the back.  I remembered how my agriculture teachers had always told me that my dad’s old jacket would do the job back in the day.  And once again, those words echoed in my head:
    “FFA members, why are we here?”
    Here I was, standing with my own FFA jacket, just like I had dreamed about in 5th grade.  Yet, I realized something.  I finally understood why my teachers had always told me my dad’s jacket was fully functional.  I am here because of and I stand for those whom the names on the back of the jacket represents.

I ask you to consider this.  Why is it that you are here, and what do you stand for?  

Remember why we are here,
Noah Berning

Monday, July 22, 2019

Be the Person Your Dog Thinks You Are

I have lived away from home for nearly a month now, and I miss a lot of things. I miss being with my family, hanging out with friends, and sleeping in my own room; but the one thing I miss most is my black Labrador, Jasmine. If you’ve spent time away from your dog or a pet, you know how much you miss seeing them. I was reminded of Jasmine when I read a t-shirt that bore a humorous yet powerful quote, “Be the person your dog thinks you are”.
            What type of person does my dog think I am? I promise she thinks I am smart. I am the only one who knows how to unlock the food container and get her breakfast every morning. In her eyes I must be an absolute genius for knowing that trick. I know where the ball is at all times, and never chase my tail around which are all things she struggles with.
            She definitely thinks I am a leader. When we go on hikes or hunts, she is always by my side, following my every stride and turn. She rides shotgun on many car rides and always has a smile on her face wherever I lead her. I may not always lead us down the right path, but we find our way no matter what. In the end, she trusts me and my judgment more than I do sometimes.  
            Without a doubt she thinks I am loving. Every time she rolls over for a belly rub, I am always willing to provide. She doesn’t care if I’m upset, sad, or even busy. If she thinks it’s time for a belly rub, she will persist. Sometimes I think she does it for me and not her. She knows how much it makes me happy to see her leg thump when you find that sweet spot. Whatever it is that Jazzy can do to get me in the best mood possible, she will do just that.

            So, whether we have a dog at home, or know a dog from somewhere, let’s all try and be that person they think we are. Sometimes we may doubt ourselves and what we think we are, but we can always count on our pets at home to know us best and expect the best out of us. A professional dog lover, Nathan Fairchild


Monday, July 15, 2019

The Next Stepping Stone

They never said it would be easy, but they never really said it would be this hard, either. Similar to many of my peers, I’ve spent countless hours and sleepless nights in a phase of self-exploration and determining the next steps for the upcoming future. But with us all having different paths in life, I spent those hours preparing extemporaneous speeches while my twin brother, Wyatt, was registering for his freshman orientation for the fall in the room next to me. We were both working towards our own goals in life, progressing in each day, and yet there was this weird, loomy feeling hanging above me. I felt like I still didn’t know who composed of “Morgan” and where my path was headed, when so much time was spent and generous people helped me get to where I wanted to be, yet this inevitable future was something frighteningly amazing. As the days kept progressing, we have to progress with it. I found through these past few months that “the name of the game” is to mature at every turn, whether we like it or not. Because frankly, at the end of the day, we are working towards having a version of a  “yes” or “no” on a piece of paper, but it’s up to us to make it a stalemate or the best opportunity of our lives.
These past few months have more or less encouraged self-development, but the rush of chasing down a big dream still held a piece of me from diving head in. So much time was spent to get to that very moment, but what now? It felt as though I must leave my family and chase down those big city dreams, ready or not. The days continue to progress just as they always have and the weight to grow into who I aspired increased, as well as my desire to return back to my roots. The weekend home arrived and so did I to my two story red house. The air felt different- the dogs were quieter as I walked through the front door, and my youngest brother, Rocco, was making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich by himself for the first time. It felt like I was the only one who had to move forward, but so did my family.
Things felt different but one that wasn’t, was Rocco. He acted as though things never skipped a beat but occasionally made his own snacks. We truly fell back into stride as we played in the pool and argued over the TV remote. But as we continued on the tradition of having an evening at the fair, Rocco taught me something much more valuable than he’ll ever recognize. We indulged in fair food and played in a friendly carnival game. As we tried to outscore each other, Rocco always kept a smile on his face and ignored my notions of perfecting the form for landing these frogs on a lily pad. We walked away with our prizes and he was more excited about sharing the experience together than our latest victory. Every day I had been focusing on how to get to the next stepping stone in this crazy game of Life, and never bothered to breathe and enjoy the moment in time. I was so focused on maturing and being better that it took a ten year old to tell me to smile. We always focus on the future and being a better version of ourselves, but when is the last time we took a step back and enjoyed those who supported us? Sometimes taking a step back from our own realities will show us the worlds of those who help us get to that next stepping stone.

        Always progressing,
                    Morgan A. Hinz

Monday, July 8, 2019

Surrounded by Confidence

During my high school career, I had times where I felt like I was disappointing my teammates. Whether it was for volleyball or basketball, FFA, or life in general, there were many moments where I felt as though I wasn’t capable of doing something. My coaches always told me I was too hard on myself - that if I just had confidence I would be so much better. But the thing about confidence is that you don’t just “get” confidence. It’s something you have to work towards, a mindset that is extremely hard to grasp when you’ve never truly held any. 

Towards the end of my volleyball career, a younger teammate of mine gave me a bracelet that was red, white, and blue; on the inside, the quote “You are capable of amazing things” was written. If you know me, you know that I have a love for America like no other, which means you won’t be surprised I wore this bracelet each and every day. But if you also know me, you know that I can be forgetful. Because of this it didn’t take long for me to lose this bracelet. It was upsetting, and when I went out for breakfast with one of my friends, I made sure to let her know just how frustrated with myself I was. But in turn she said, “Cait, it’s a bracelet, and one that can be replaced. It’s okay.”

As the months went on though, I still hadn’t gotten around to replacing the bracelet. Christmas came to, and I found myself eating breakfast with that same friend to celebrate the holiday. After we were done eating we went outside to exchange gifts. I was expecting something red, white, and blue; however, I wasn’t expecting her to give me the same bracelet I had lost months ago. This time it wasn’t given to me because of the colors though - it was because of the quote that was inside of it. “You are capable of amazing things” was a quote that my friend truly believed, and the reminder helped get me through some tough times throughout my senior year. 

Two months before I started preparing to run for state office, I again lost the bracelet. I didn’t tell anyone because I was embarrassed of having lost it for a second time. I looked for it everywhere, but couldn’t seem to find it. I figured it would show up when I least expected it to, so I decided not to worry about it. There was no sense in fretting over something I couldn’t control. 

And it showed up when I needed it the most. The first night of preparing for state office, I sat in the Ag room at South Newton terrified for what I was about to do. As I was waiting to get started, I felt something in the pocket of the flannel I was wearing. Reaching in I pulled out my bracelet that I had lost months ago. I flipped it over and read the quote again. “You are capable of amazing things.” A quote that I desperately needed to hear reappeared, giving me reassurance that I was taking the right path in running for state office. 
    Sometimes in life all we need is someone to believe in us. I wear my bracelet each day to remind myself that I have people that believe in me, even when I don’t believe in myself. Confidence is a difficult thing to gain, and having a reminder that there is confidence surrounding you never hurts. 

You are capable of amazing things,
Caitlyn Lewis

Wednesday, July 3, 2019

The Passion to Pass On

I absolutely love my county fair. It has been my favorite part of summer for the past several years. I love the noises from animals, the smells of the carnival-well most of them, and the laughs from the grandstand. I spend my time working with my goats and turkeys in the barns as well as admiring the multiple projects competing against me in the Green Building. Working with my projects allows me to help not only myself but others around me as well.

I also l0ve spending my time in the Secretary’s Office where I sell tickets, respond to questions, and answer the phone. While in the office I love to answer the phone by saying, “It’s a great day at the Jay County Fair, How can I help you?” By answering the phone this way, I not only spread sunshine into someone else's life but my own as well. It’s the small things that add up to a great day. This role in the office fulfills part of my duty to serving on the Junior Fairboard. In this role I assist in parking, setting chairs up for concerts, organizing paperwork for hog wrestling, selling pit passes for our derby's, and much much more. 
When working in the office, I work with numerous different people. These individuals range from fellow Junior Fairboard members to Fairboard members. When working with these people I have learned to make the most of every moment. The secretary on the fairboard who is in charge of the office is almost always in the office as well as his wife. These two make the office the best to work on the fairground in my opinion. They are always offering words of encouragement to not only me but any member or person who walks into the office. 
This community service that I provide to the county is something that I will cherish forever and hope to continue on into my adulthood. It is important for everyone to find something they are passionate about. For me, it’s the fair, and for you, well, it's up to you to decide. 
-Dillon Muhlenkamp-

Saturday, May 4, 2019

Unknown Impact

At one of the conferences, I invited a couple of my best friends to attend the banquet. When they arrived, they gave me a basket with all sorts of little gifts in it. One of the gifts was a standing calendar where you flip a page every day to see the date and a quote. There was a quote in particular that stuck out to me and related to what I’ve been thinking about lately.

If you can’t read the picture, the quote says: “If you’ve ever wondered whether you’ve made an impact on someone else’s life, or if the things you’ve shared have inspired hope and courage- if you’ve lived in a way that shows faith and integrity- Oh yes, you have. You make a difference every day.”

With spring comes banquet season and each state officer develops a keynote speech to deliver 10-15 different times. The very first banquet that I gave my speech at was with North White FFA. The subject of my speech is very personal to me and features a difficult conflict I had in my life. I wasn’t sure how people would react to hearing it and it’s a more emotional speech than any others I’ve developed in my life. After giving my speech to an audience for the first time, I thought about changing it. I felt like the story was too much and maybe it just wasn’t right for my message. At the end of the banquet I was getting ready to leave and a lady, one of the parents I believe, walked up to me and said “Your speech was wonderful. I don’t know if it’s what I’ve been going through recently with family, but it really spoke to me. God put you here tonight to give that speech.”
At that moment I wanted to tear up and give her a hug because that meant so much to me. She probably isn’t aware of the impact that one conversation created. The first banquet I attended, wanted to change my speech, and right as I was leaving one person changed my mindset. I delivered a message that made an impact on her life, but she made a difference in mine. I decided to keep the same keynote speech and I’m happy with the message I get to share. Every day we can make a difference in someone else’s life without realizing it.

~Brittany Gonzales~

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Prioritization of Association

Often times we strive to please. Humans, by nature, strive to please others. But when looking into the reasons for which we strive to satisfy others there seem to be only two paths of reason. The first is that we genuinely desire to see the person we are engaged with be fulfilled by whatever action we perform, and the second is we simply do not desire to deal with the repercussions that come with other people’s discontentment. Opinions grow, swarm, and can overwhelm. While it is important to not intentionally take efforts to upset others, we need to remember to prioritize which opinions we put weight on.
Throughout our time we try to leave the best impact we can on those around us, but trying to act in a manner that causes each and every person we encounter to have a perfect opinion of us is impossible, not to mention exhausting. It is simply too difficult to please others, as everyone sets their standards and expectations differently. While we may perfectly please one person by a set of actions, another individual is likely irritated or annoyed by the same thing.
Prioritization has proven to ease the struggles of all things that are overwhelming. When prioritizing our goals we know what area to focus on first; when prioritizing our tasks we know what order we should accomplish our objectives. Prioritizing our relationships is undoubtedly essential to our success, but much harder to actually bring ourselves to do. The selection of the former two is easier because they just deal with what we personally are doing; the latter proves more difficult due to the fact that we are likely going to upset someone. Despite the difficulty, such a thing needs to be done for us to better function socially.
 "To be truly positive in the eyes of some, you have to risk appearing negative in the eyes of others."–Criss Jami
It’s not that we should not value someone’s opinion simply because we don’t care to, but rather we may need to place their opinion aside if it conflicts with that of someone of more importance in our life. We shouldn’t miss work just to upset our boss. But if we must miss work to attend our sister’s play, who cares what the boss thinks? Our sister’s opinion matters more. We shouldn’t neglect our job to irritate our coworkers. But if we were helping our best friend or significant other through a life problem and therefore didn’t get the job done quite right, why does it matter what they think? We shouldn’t tell people that you are choosing someone else above them. But if you do something that allows them to deduct such a truth on their own, why stress about it?
We all must make our choices as we feel are best for us and those we value. We and the few we choose are the primary characters in our lives. Everyone else is just on a secondary, tertiary, or maybe an even lower tier. Dynamic people, those who could cause a change in our lives, should always carry precedence over static people, those who are just present. Don’t be scared of a static character discovering his/her status, and don’t be offended if you come to realize you are in that position in someone else’s life. To best function in our society we all need to evaluate our relationships and put the proper weight of importance on them based on how we personally see them. At that point, things become much easier for everyone.
-Austin B. Berenda

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Share What You Love!

This week for my blog I wanted to share something I love with our readers. Ever since I was old enough to hold a pencil I could be found sketching to the point where people thought my hand might fall off. I had a born love for the arts. I have a passion for drawing, painting and analyzing art work.

This is the first drawing I ever did, which is of a ladybug. It is strange because I truly don’t remember drawing it, but my parents said I was beyond excited to have finished it.

Going through elementary and middle school I always had an art class; I never had to worry about not being able to fit it into my schedule. However, once I started high school it became very difficult to have my required core classes, ag classes, and art all on my schedule. I hated having to tell my art teacher that I was going to have two years without an art class.

My art teacher is a woman who I trusted when it came to art. If I could improve my art work in any way, shape, or form she would never hesitate to tell me. Not only was she trusting, but she was understanding. I know how much my love for FFA and agriculture bugged her, but she never forced me to choose between art and ag. I promised her my freshman year of high school that I would be back in the art room my senior year, and I held up that promise. She helped guide me to creating some of the following art pieces shown below.

~It's Bigger Than You~

This was the first piece I drew at the beginning of senior year. One of the biggest things we learn about art is that it should be able to speak for itself. Not everyone will view it the exact same way, but people should be able to create a personal conclusion of the artwork. 

Steam Punk! This was the area of art that this piece had to span from. This cat really tested my patience while drawing it. The ability to mimic realistic cat hair takes tons of pencil strokes against the paper. 

My art teacher had a hay day with this piece. She knew that my comfort zone was in black and white pencil drawings(easy to control). Yet she challenged me to draw something with oil pastels(nearly impossible to control). I yelled at this project a heave amount while executing it, but it's now one of my favorite pieces in my collection. 

I can't help but smile when looking at this painting. All I think of is how much experimentation went in to complete it. Over half of the techniques used in this painting I had never done before. It was so fun to try a million different things. 

A lot of times it is hard to juggle all the things you love. Many times it's even more difficult to make people understand why you have these different passions. I chose to share one of my loves with you simply because it's close to my heart. I challenge you to share your passions with the people in your life. I challenge you to also never give up on those passions. 
~Decide to remain true to yourself~
Chyenne :)