Personal Narrative Essay: The Farm Life

Flashback to 2006, it’s the midst of fall and recess have just begun. The red and whites of the Danish flag blows in the cool wind and inside a girl from second grade puts on her cozy red coat, anticipating the joy of playing in the colorful falling leaves and inhaling the crisp autumn air, but before opening the door, a boy approaches her and says “Your boots are ugly.”  The girl takes a second to think and then replies the boy with a cold “thank you,” she then proceeds to go on with a smile on her face, as if nothing had just happened to her. This girl with the rather unconventional reply was me, and the reason this story is so significant is not necessarily due to what an observer would have witnessed that day, but instead the thinking that led me to do what I did.

The Farmland film is a documentary that is narrated by farmers itself describing the love and passion they had into the farmer’s life. Many of them come to be second generation of farmers that their main focus is to continue the legacy, time, and effort put in to their farms, by fighting the odds, and tight moments. They produce food, (vegetables, cattle, hogs, chickens, and cattle feed) that is a procedure of not always is has a positive outcome. They depend a lot into the state of the soil, machinery, weather, and market to be able to make a profit of their efforts, to be able to start again the next year.

During my high school years I’ve joined a club called Future Farmers of America which I really had gotten involved with for three and a half years. This being my first time in a club I found myself to be really busy throughout my school time, not only busy but I loved being part of that group. The reason why I loved that group was because there were judging teams and livestock teams that I was really good at. Rite before my senior year was about to be over I decided to leave school for good only because I thought my job was more important. So once I left school I thought it was ok just to do anything I wanted. This is where my whole life took a turn for its worse. Now getting involved with drugs and gangs I was completely far away from an education or a job. Being on the streets was my job. This only landed me in jails and prisons for a period of time.

I have always lived on a farm for the majority of my life. Nowadays life now on a farm for me is much more different then how life was back then. The kids back then had it tough too they most likely had to work all day on the fields and your future was already determined once you were born. Just because there was no one else to take over the farm once your dad got too old or incapable to work. So with this said you were going to take up on you fathers trade for the family. Now though everyone has options on what they want to become, but the real question is, is that when you lived on a farm back then was your future almost always guaranteed to become a farmer?

In this chapter, the author shared his field research experience working with migrants on farms in Washington States and California. In the course of being a berry picker on Tanaka Brothers Farm in the Skagit Valley, he managed to observe on and deeply communicate with the farm workers with different job positions. He revealed the ethnically segregated farm labor structure, and how it affected the migrant farmworkers’ wellbeing and rights.

Farmers in the 1980’s were faced with many challenges due to the farm crisis. Farmers in the Midwest were the most widely affected in the beginning but quickly rippled to other areas. Farmers were in desperate need of a way out of the devastation.

The career I would like to pursue would be farming. Farming is not an easy thing to do there are multiple risks you must take. To be a good farmer you must have knowledge of advanced technology and keep up to date with the latest and greatest technology in order to progress and must also have business skills as well as hands on experience on a farm. Farmers salary will never be the same year to year, the market will determine when and how much you get for your product, if there is a surplus of corn form the previous year then the market price will be very low, making your income also low. The median annual income of most farmers and ranchers was about $61,000 in 2010, according to the U.S. bureau of Labor Statistics. The top ten percent of

The idea of a high school freshman taking a college class at such a young age is not a concept that most people are familiar with. Therefore, when I was presented with this amazing opportunity, I knew I had to take advantage of it. The Wonderful Agriculture Career Prep gave me the chance to take dual enrollment to obtain my A.S degree in Plant Science while completing my high school requirements as well. My high school experience was quite challenging. Not only did I have high school classes and sports, but I also took college courses. From the beginning, this program has served as a preparation in my path to pursue higher education. The program has taught me how about time management, made obvious by the fact that I am now capable of balancing

Hobby farms are on the rise, thanks to the growing popularity of terms such as “organic”, “free-range” and “sustainable farming”, to name a few. People are getting more health-conscious by the day, and are becoming more selective when it comes to buying fresh vegetables, meat and poultry.

Rock and roll was a new movement with some specific inspirations. In fact, in 50's and 60's United States faced some many problems into their society. One speciality of rock and roll was to express any kind of subjects that we can't before.Mentionned in the article Farming in the 50's and 60's, Ganzel reveals that ''The music captured the range of emotions and concerns of the 60s generation. At times, the performers seemed to both lead and follow its audience into new forms of expression.'' A very critical opinion of rock and roll was the music in 50's and 60's needed to wider appeal. Also, rock and roll was a traditional and rural music from black. Additionally, Black were immigrant to United States cause of colonization. Black were people

My mom had routinely reminded my sister and me of the rules. No running, no throwing rocks, no shouting, no walking behind a horse, and “Get in front. Take the lead.” I had only half listened with a childlike inattentiveness. Like most children, I wasn’t being willfully disobedient, but I wasn’t giving her my undivided attention either. My thoughts were on riding and climbing on the hay bales after my lesson. Although our mom reminds us of the rules each week, we often had to be reminded throughout the day. During those days, I relied on my mom’s wisdom and attentiveness to watch over us, and discounted my own responsibility for my behavior or for looking out for my

Farms Owner, Joel Salatin, regards society's continuous demand of specific wants from grown food, "fatter and cheaper" chickens and meat from cows, but they're not too eager in knowing what goes in those animals to achieve the demand. While Salatin uses some logos, providing information facts about the process the food industry goes through in order to achieve food companies' standards, Salatin makes better use of ethos as he provides us the portrayal of cows consuming self-sufficient grass; their manure goes to the grass and they eat the grass. He completes his ethos statements by providing a USDA reference, when USDA threatened to shut them down because of the unsanitary-open air shelter they're using to process chickens.

It was a pleasant fall Tuesday when Stephanie went to work. Her day normal consisted of writing reports, and filing paperwork for her office. She turned on the television to see if there was anything alluring in the news. “NEWS FLASH: MAN CONVICTED OF MURDER HAS ESCAPED PRISON.” The warning did not phase her, considering the jail was far from her office. She concluded that she was safe. By four o’clock, it was time for her to travel home from a laborious day of work. She arranged her things into her bag, and began her trek. Walking out the door, she was met with warm rays from the sun. It was an astounding way to end a strenuous

My entire life I have been on the farm with my dad and grandpa. When I was too little to drive the tractors I would sit and just ride around with them. Now that I am old enough to drive them, I have a lot of experience, and as a farmer working with your family and friends you hire you can take some days off if needed without getting in trouble.

I woke up before my alarm. A distant square of eerie half-twilight from the window held the familiar outline of the locust tree. In the dark, I fumbled to dress without waking my parents. I slipped outside.