Agriculture is in my blood. That much is clear. However, for a long time I did not think that agriculture was the future for me. I was going to be a band teacher. Or a politician. Or a journalist. But certainly, I was not going to have a future in agriculture. That was what was expected of me and I did not like being predictable. I was going to make an impact on the world, not become a vet like every other farm girl dreamed of doing.
Things changed when I hit high school. I left the rural, community-based school district in Windsor and transferred to the new, shiny Fossil Ridge High School in Fort Collins. It was only 6 years old and filled with students who primarily came from families of doctors and engineers. There were more options for advanced classes and much more room to explore; the only downside was that it did not have an FFA program like Windsor. But I was not going to go into agriculture! Not being able to participate in FFA was a small price to pay for a more challenging education.
Fossil Ridge was a culture shock for me. I got some weird looks when I came walking in with my boots and my belt buckle. When word got out that I raised dairy cattle, the questions came flooding in. “How many cows do you have?” “Do you milk them yourself?” “Can you ride a cow?” “How many udders does a cow have?” I even was asked in many of my classes to teach my classmates about my cows.
The day my pigs were butchered, I brought in fresh bacon to share – that’s how I made friends my first year. Shockingly, one of my best friends from high school is a vegetarian. In fact, I made plenty of vegetarian friends at school. While we disagreed on many things, I was able to share some insight with them and we were able to bond over our love for animals.
Over those four years, I realized how different life could be just on the other side of I-25. There was no education about agriculture available for any of these kids. I had taken for granted how lucky I was to grow up raising cattle. I also realized how fortunate I was to attend a high school with an urban mindset. The agriculture community is not reaching out to urban society; we are too afraid to reach outside of our comfort zone to our own consumers.
I am so thankful for my years at Fossil Ridge High School. Attending a school where agriculture was not in the vocabulary is the reason why I see my future in agriculture. 83% of the American population lives in an urban area and that number is growing. We need people educated in agriculture and communication to educate the world on where their food, clothing, and other necessities come from. We also need people who can bridge the gap between urban and rural society so that producers and consumers can work together to make a better product and improve practices. We need people not scared to venture outside of the comfort of agriculture and into the rest of the world. My experiences raising livestock combined with my experiences at Fossil Ridge have inspired me to become one of the leaders in bridging the gap between urban and rural society. I am incredibly grateful for my past, because it has helped me realize my future.
Agriculture is in my blood. That much is clear. Now I know that agriculture is the future for me.