"The best feeling in the world is knowing that you finally took a step in the right direction. Towards the future where everything that you thought was never possible, is possible."

Well I disagree dear (no offense): The 2nd best feeling in the world is knowing that you're right where you're supposed to be.. You're hard work payed off and you're dreams have all came true. It's when you can finally slow down enough to help those who are in the position you were once in get to where they want to be.

 The best feeling in the world is helping someone else acomplish their dream..

That's why I want to become an ag teacher. Fowler has given me so much support and so many opportunities and I hope some day I can do the same for others. I remeber being a small child and wanting to be a teacher. My grandma was a teacher in the south who tought black kids at home because segregation kept them from attending public school, she would talk to me about it and ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up.. I always said teacher. I would create fake lesson plans and pretend to have classes. You see, my father was a teacher in a one room school house, all of his sisters were also teachers. Now my brother teaches. It's sort of a family tradition.

I had forgot about most of this until my grandma passed away this October. But as I strolled into the visitation (late and alone, no doubt) I quickly realised that I was out of place.. Everyone else was dressed up, and I was wearing my cow shit covered work clothes. I wandered around making small talk with the people I knew. My parents joked about how bad I smelled. People asked me what I planned on doing after high school. I smiled and explained to them where I was going and what I wanted to do. Eventually I ended up outside, on the phone, making plans with more family that was in town to have dinner that night. I didn't want to be inside, I was wearing rubber muck boots and wet jeans. I clearly did not fit in. I don't like talking about my emotions either. The whole situation made me uncomfortable. The next day at work I realised I was wrong to feel bad about my apperance at the visitation.. My grandma didn't care what anyone looked like. What she did care about was her family, and investing in others.. She was selfless and kind. She wasn't one for money or material pocessions. Instead she insitilled in her children and others the importance of education and hard work. And that is what I want to do.

For you to walk back through my door and say you missed me.