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My FFA journey all started in seventh grade when my mother was pressing me to join some type of club or organization. Initially, the thought of joining a club seemed humdrum, but the meeting ended up being the exact opposite. During that meeting we engaged in intriguing activities revolved around nature and science. Those meetings were led by Redding Middle School’s astonishing Chapter Advisor, Mrs. Kirk. She also showed us pictures of her previous members, who have excelled to high heights in the program. My admiration for nature and science reassured me that FFA was the club for me.
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On July 27th of 2015 I decided to embark on a journey that would change my life and who I am forever. July 27th, 2015 is the day I left home to start training to become a Marine. As soon as my feet hit the sand at MCRD San Diego I felt a change right away, I wasn’t the same person I was when I left home. While in boot camp I went through many changes, who I was or who I thought I was no longer mattered. Marine Corp boot camp training was one of the most difficult milestones in my life. Unfortunately two months in I suffered an injury to my hamstring and was discharged to receive surgery and therapy before I continued training. Even though I failed to graduate I still learned and picked up on the many things the Marine Corps tries to instill into their recruits. Many of the things I learned I can use and apply in life and in college.
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When I was eight years old my mom and my dad separated. so I didn’t get to see him for a couple of years, so I found out that he was in Mexico because he got deported from the USA. So my mom was talking about going to visit him for a couple of days. So my grandpa and my grandma were sad because we were going to Mexico for the first time and they were concern about us going outside the USA for the first time with my sister’s. and we decide to go the next day. So we said by to all my family and friends the same night. So it was the next morning and we got in the car and derived from Flagstaff to the Phoenix airport and the flight was at 10 am so we were late to the gate but we got on. And couple of hours later we get into manzanillo Colima. And my dad was wading for us at the airport so I was really happy to see my dad so we went to the house to setter in and my mom lost the plane ticket so now we can’t go back to the USA and now were stuck Mexico and my family didn’t have money to send to buy more tickets to go back home. So a couple of month later we start school and it was ghetto school I have ever been to and I was scared for my life.
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