While the path to my work took a few turns, I really thought I wanted to be a teacher at some point. I loved learning and then passing new things on to my friends and loved ones. I’m sure my little sister got annoyed with our school play dates, as I wanted her four-year-old brain to learn to spell really hard words to impress our parents.
So, I did not become a real, in-the-classroom-for-at-least-36-weeks-of-the-year, teacher. Looking at education through a parent’s eyes, I really don’t think I could handle the emotional intelligence that is required to be with struggling or unpredictable young people each day, and I definitely know I could not handle parents. Hats off to my teacher friends. You are a special breed.
The reality is, however, that most of us in agriculture are educators on a regular basis. We live and breathe it, and we let others know our passion for everything farming contributes to our communities and the world. We can’t live without it, and we get frustrated when so many without any real knowledge of what it takes to produce food, fiber and renewable feedstocks want to dictate how farmers conduct their businesses.