On a personal note…
Happy Tuesday everyone! I am pretty lonely here in the office today without my partner in crime! Amie is on vacation this week so I am manning the intern desk down. I was thinking about what important issues I might tackle today, but as I sat watching the cursor flash I thought that I might just give you a little insight on what’s been going on lately.
This past weekend I traveled north to Indianapolis, Indiana to a convention for my sorority. These events are always so much fun for me! Learning about new things that will impact my organization, polishing up my leadership skills, and meeting new people makes for a really great weekend. However, I learned a little something about agriculture and an appreciation for where I come from. Some people might wonder how a few days full of coach purse carrying, high heel wearing, big hair sorority girls can teach me about agriculture – but it did. Some of you readers may not know this, but I am currently engaged to the man of my dreams and I am diligently planning my wedding, as any twenty-something year old would be doing. So this weekend as different sorority sisters saw the glittering diamond on my left hand they reacted also as any twenty-something year old girl might and wanted to know every detail about everything! Different reactions came from different people but I was most surprised by the girls who were from north of the mason-dixon line. They couldn’t get over the fact that I was getting married at such a young age…but I guess that is one of those culture differences that I didn’t realize. As I continued to share they were yet again shocked by the fact that I am an agriculture major who loves farm-life and wants to get married in barn. Don’t get me wrong that can sound kind of hoedownish, but the responses from these girls blew my mind! It was at that moment that I realized I wouldn’t trade the small town I grew up in or the lifestyle I have been given for anything in the world! Where I come from people wave, say excuse me, yes ma’am, and thank you, they hold the door the door open for you, and even stop on the side of the road to change your tire. Rural America may seem like they are a little slow on some things, but I am thankful for that because I believe we have managed to save what little this nation has left of hospitality.
Another big event that has been going on lately is a really good friend of mine and Amie’s was in a bad car accident two weeks ago. She actually works in the office where we are interning. Being a member of the agriculture community may not seem like a big deal, but let me tell you, we are a family. In the past two weeks that Jaime has been out of the office we’ve received more phone calls then in the entire time I have worked there! People out here genuinely care. They have no benefit to calling and checking on Jaime, except for the fact that they care about her. Even people who don’t see her on a regular basis or only talk to her through the phone when they have a question – they still care. As I said before, living in this kind of place is sort of sacred in this day in age.
I don’t know where all our readers are from. But whether you are from the city and have NO idea why I am rambling on about these crazy things, or you are from somewhere like me – thanks for reading! This blog is all about sharing our stances on important issues, but I also hope to bring you a little since of the reason we feel this way. —JP
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