At my first national FFA convention, which was also my first time in official FFA dress, I was Brandon Roop. That was the name embroidered on the right side of the borrowed jacket I wore.
Before my next official event, with permission from my advisor, Mom and I carefully snipped away the gold threads and the town’s seamstress stitched my name in place of Brandon Roop. That was my first ‘official’ FFA jacket. Continue reading
Rural Route 2 