Agriculture Communications with an Ag Leadership Minor
Hometown of Dublin, Texas
Anyone who has spent more than a millisecond talking to me knows that I’m not from here. Through things as little as my actions, my speech, and my habit of bringing up Texas at every opportunity, it doesn’t take much to deduce that I’m a Texan. Yet here I am; a first-year student, 21 hours away from home, jumping in feet first.
Cal Poly has welcomed me into its arms, inviting me to join CAFES Ambassadors, AG Communicators of Tomorrow, and leading me to a cornucopia of opportunities already. One of those opportunities happened just a couple weeks ago, the Agriculture Communications and Education Department Reception.
Somehow in the mess of the first two weeks of school – I’m still not sure how – I signed up for AG 210 Agricultural Leadership Experience. Through this class, I have participated in judging the Opening and Closing Ceremonies and helped to put together the Department Reception. I found myself on the food committee with Noah Rantz and Armando Nevarez. I was particularly attracted to this committee due to how little work it involved: Noah had connections for the meat and cheese, and Armando had a Costco card for the one trip needed for the candy. Through the eyes of a timid first-year student, this seemed like a perfect way for me to get involved without having to work too hard. The night before the reception, we all hopped in a truck and went and bought the candy. The day of the reception we put the food out and helped to dish it.
The reception went by in a blur, everyone loved the food, the picture booth, and the two MCs put on an incredible show. Those who were recognized had their minute in the limelight, and just like that, it was over.
The fact that I was a part of something that people will look back on and remember for years to come didn’t hit me until I was lying in bed that night. With the quarter system especially, weeks at Cal Poly seem to fly by. Yet there are so many opportunities for everyone and anyone to get involved. When I first set foot on campus it seemed overwhelming. I thought that I would never find my people. That I would never be recognized or stopped in the hall. I was afraid that I would be lost in the current. Yet here I am, not even through the first quarter, a part of something as substantial as a department reception and on top of that asked to write about my experience.
The first thing that anyone tells you when you go to college is to get involved. I have heard it so often that I ignored what it meant yet looking back (it’s crazy that I can already say that) I am so glad that I got involved.
I would like to congratulate those just beginning and those who are one step closer to embarking on their journey of educating the next generation of America’s youth of the joys and discomforts of agricultural life!