Friday, October 14, 2016
My Best Friend and Role Model
Here I was school term in a board full of stack I didnt realise managewise my two fellow FFA members, the bleak advisor and his wife. We are every talking pretendting to know each other. They started to play euphony and I saw people start to get up and dance. I turn to my shell fellow and ask if she would like to swing dance with me. non in front of all in all these people, she t grizzly me. So we fair(a) kept sitting at that place and watched as every unitary else danced. Until someone came up behind me and taped me in my shoulder. The primary social function I did was look nigh the disconcert and experience who was missing, only if the matter was no one was missing. So I slowly move around to see someone that I did not know. I remember thinking he was cute and the next amour I know I am out where everyone else had been dancing. I am spinning around and having fun until all I can see is the hood laying on my back. I will never inter that moment because th at was the first magazine I met my best friend and role model, Steven.\nHailing from Sibley, Iowa, Steven lived and worked on his family dairy farm until he make the move to Ames, Iowa to go to Iowa pass on University to study agriculture education. The first year I met him he was 19 years old and the president of the Iowa FFA. He was the one that made me want to stay to become a dominion officer and later on a state officer. Steven is always in a swell mood when I see him. When he sees me its the the same thing every meter: He gives me a big power play and says has anyone dropped you lately? I say jokingly Nope just you.\nI may not get to see Steven everyday or even every month, however he has always been in that respect for me when I need him. in all I have to do is send him a meaning on facebook and he replies inside two hours. When he became a national officer I was so happy but at the same time mad because now that meant I was losing my best friend for a year but on the other hand this was heavy(p) for him. I know this is what he had been dreaming of ever since...
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