Farm School (Clay Smith)

This past summer I discovered a problem: I had no money. No money meant no gas for my truck. No gas meant I would be stuck at home for the foreseeable future. Lucky for me, I stumbled across a job. I was offered a job cleaning stalls at the farm where my sister boards her horse. I readily took the offer, but little did I know how much this simple job would teach me about hard work.

Working on a farm is definitely not the prettiest job. Rain or shine, you have to be there every morning when the sun comes up. Most days are stifling hot and humid, so by the end of the day sweat has drenched every piece of clothing on your body. Plus, the dust and mud cake your face and cover every inch of visible skin. On top of this, some days bring rain, some bring broken equipment, and others bring horses trying to run away. Every day has its own challenges, so you have to be prepared for whatever happens.

Farm work is hard. However, it taught me to appreciate the people who work that hard their entire lives. It has also taught me the value of money. As a younger kid, I always relied on my parents for everything; but now that I have to work for my own money, I have learned to take pride in earning it and to be more conservative about how I spend it. My job has taught me about the real world, common sense, and so many other things that just cannot be taught in schools.

By Clay Smith, Class of 2016

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