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just pretend prom was yesterday, moments with my favorite people 🤍
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somehow, three years came and went faster than i ever thought they would.

when i joined ag and ffa, i never could’ve imagined how much james e taylor ffa would change my life. what started as classes, contests, practices, show days, chapter events, and long days slowly became the place that shaped who i am. somewhere along the way, these people became family.

in just three years, this organization gave me more than i could’ve ever asked for. being chapter sweetheart, earning both the rooted in service award, and top hand award, and getting the opportunity to receive my lonestar this summer are things i’ll forever be grateful for, but the awards were never what mattered most. it was the people standing beside me through it all.

to every teammate, officer, advisor, and friend,  thank you. thank you to my meats team for the long practices, early mornings, stress, laughs, and memories i know i’ll carry forever. thank you for the contests, bus rides, late nights, hard lessons, and moments that shaped me more than i realized at the time.

and mr. clark, thank you for pushing me to be the best version of myself, for believing in me when i needed it most, and for never letting me settle for less than what you knew i could be. people always say teachers change lives, but you did so much more than that. you were my dad when i needed one. thank you for every lesson, every conversation, every push to work harder, and every moment that helped shape who i am today.

ffa gave me leadership, confidence, purpose, and people that changed my life forever.

i never thought retiring this blue jacket would hurt this much.

three years somehow feels like forever and not enough time all at once. thank you james taylor ffa, for becoming home.

and no matter where life takes me next, a piece of me will always stay here.
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I didn’t realize you could miss something this much until Apollo. This year already felt heavy, my senior year, my last season, my last Houston, and everything felt like it mattered more. Right in the middle of all of that, I got Apollo, and I do not think I have ever been more grateful for a steer. He was not perfect or flashy, but he was gentle with me in a way I did not know I needed. He never made me feel unwanted or like I was fighting alone, and somehow we just figured each other out. There were days I went to the barn not because I had motivation, but because I needed somewhere to breathe, and that is what he became for me. A place where things did not feel like they were falling apart. I will never forget the small things, how he trusted me, how he would just stand there with me like time did not matter. He was my calm in a year that did not have much of it.

We did not make auction at Houston, and even though I try to tell myself it does not define anything, it still hurts because it was the last one. What hurts more is losing the routine, the quiet mornings, the feed buckets, the moments where it was just me and him. I did not realize how much I needed that until it was gone. Saying goodbye to Apollo broke me quietly, like accepting that part of my life is over and I do not get it back. The barn does not feel the same anymore, and it never will. Apollo was not just my major steer. He was the part of my senior year that felt safe when nothing else did. And losing him feels like losing the version of me that only existed when I was with him. I will miss him for the rest of my life.

Thank you Mr. Clark for helping me have the best experience I could have possibly had while raising, Carson for staging with me (arguably the worst part), and supporting me to the point where you almost had a major steer, and all my fellow major raisers for doing it alongside me. Thank you to everyone who supported me, mentally, physically, emotionally, I could not have done it without the support.
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I started this year in one of the roughest spots I’ve ever been in with a project. And it felt even heavier knowing this is my senior year. My last season. My last Katy show. When I got Ozzy, I truly thought it would end before it even began.

He couldn’t tolerate me. I couldn’t catch him. He stayed stuck in a halter for two months because it was the only way I could manage him. I didn’t get him to a show until July and didn’t step into the ring until October. There were so many days I left the barn exhausted, frustrated, and heartbroken, wondering if this was really how my final year was supposed to look.

But Ozzy became the biggest teacher I’ve ever had.

I learned to celebrate the smallest wins. The first treat he took from my hand. The first time he let me brush him. The first calm walk. Those moments weren’t flashy, but they were earned. He forced me to slow down. To be patient. To show up every single day even when I wanted to quit.

By the time we stepped into the ring at the Katy ISD Livestock Show, it already felt like a victory. Getting a call back in showmanship with him meant more than any banner ever could, because I knew what it took to stand there.

We didn’t make auction. And that hurt. Especially knowing it was my last shot in that ring. But Ozzy gave me something bigger than an auction spot. He showed me who I am when things get hard. That growth isn’t always pretty, and success isn’t always measured in banners.

Thank you to Mr. Clark for pushing me when I wanted to give up and guiding me through the hardest project I’ve ever taken on. Izzy for keeping me grounded. Kari’s for making sure I never felt alone. And Carson for always reminding me to give the benefit of the doubt and being the best barn buddy I could’ve asked for. And Braeden for being the best student!

Ozzy, you were humbling and exhausting and overwhelming. But you were also transformative. You changed me during the year that mattered most. This wasn’t the ending I imagined for my last time in that ring at Katy l, but it was real. And I’ll carry what you taught me long after the banners, the buckles, and the lights fade.

And for that, I’m grateful. 🤍
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