A Legacy in Blue

Exactly a year ago, I was sitting on my bedroom floor, sorting through my things—preparing for what would be either my first year of college or a year of service with Indiana FFA. I was deciding what to donate, what to pass down to my siblings, and what to keep. That’s when I found my FFA memory box.

Inside were lanyards from past National Conventions, buttons from State Conventions, and every happy gram I’d ever received. I stayed there, sitting on the floor, reading through them as tears filled my eyes. For five incredible years, I had been surrounded by a network of blue corduroy best friends—people I met at the leadership center who believed in me long before I believed in myself.

I pulled out my very first happy gram bag, and on the front, I had written: “I want to be a state officer.” Five years later, that dream came true.

But my FFA journey wasn’t a straight line. I didn’t fall in love with FFA because I knew exactly where it would take me—I fell in love with the late-night bus rides home from convention, the monthly meetings where I got to welcome new members, and the rush of competing in a contest I had poured my heart into for months.

FFA became my home. And I was lucky enough to call it home for one more year—a year filled with traveling across the state, hosting conferences, and witnessing the incredible growth of our members.

Now, with only 27 days left until the final gavel tap, my heart is full. Sad, yes—but mostly full. Indiana FFA, I am so grateful. Grateful for the memories, the friendships, and for the privilege of being part of something this extraordinary.

For the final time, 

Your Indiana FFA State Reporter 

Sienna Alexander