On Being an Academ-Hick

Country mouse in the city? There’s no need to be ashamed of your rural upbringing.

MKTGIRL1I grew up on a subsistence farm in the foothills of the Canadian Rockies near Sundre, Alberta. That’s right, west of the 22, for the Albertans reading this. Cue the banjo music. Myron Thompson taught me high school science. You know, the former MP who resembles Boss Hog with his cowboy hat and infamous quote: “Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve”. Not so scientific there Myron. My family has a trapline and none of them have been to university. I often get asked how the heck I ended up as an academic.

In fact, friends and family discouraged me from going to university: “Them university types have no common sense and just become professional students”.

My former creative writing professor Birk Sproxton captured this sentiment well:

..that spring we moved the outhouse and Allen carved an inscription on the inside of the door: “This hole dug by” and then my name and university degrees. The English professor finally does something useful.

However, there are some benefits to being an Academ-Hick:

  1. You get the best of both worlds. World travel, live music, art shows, good books AND picking berries and going fishing? Perfect harmony.
  2. Being in the “field” isn’t really being in the field. If doing research means  being on the land, riding horses, harvesting food, building a fire, getting dirty, not having running water, and sleeping on the ground, then…that’s what Academ-Hicks grow up doing and still do for fun. Why do we anthropologists call research locations “the field” anyway? Where I go isn’t a field, it’s the boreal forest, home to a lot of lovely people. The only person I know who is going to the field to do research is my friend, Katie Strand, who is working with farmers in Saskatchewan. How cool is that? She’s going to the field.
  3. You know where good food comes from and how to get it. The locavore and canning trend in the hipster scene in the city is great, but it cracks me up. People walking around with mason jars, really now? Having music events about growing food in the city but not actually growing food? Silliness. My family doesn’t garden, hunt, and have chickens because it’s cool, they do it because that’s where their food comes from and always has. Academ-Hicks know how to garden, shovel manure and store food because those were their chores, not because they  attend weekend workshops on it. As an Academ-Hick  you have affordable (often free), healthy meals in the city and while doing research you know how to help people prepare meals instead of just sitting there taking notes or filming people while they prepare meals.
  4. You have manners. Not because Academ-Hicks are good people, but because it was beaten into them. When you grow up in a place where your parents know what you’ve done before you get home, you learn to be respectful. There’s just no swearing at strangers or being randomly rude. Academ-Hicks help elderly people without thinking about it. This transfers well to all places, but is especially important while doing research in other people’s homes and communities. Meanwhile, the university setting is always in need of a  good dose of manners.
  5. You can fix things. Fences, pull out porcupine quills, open a stuck choke, mend that hole in your pants, darn a sock, dig an outhouse hole. Self-reliance. Life is more affordable when you can do things yourself and  you can help other people fix things. Academ-Hicks can be useful and write about how other people do things, which is useful.
  6. You’re grateful. Really? I get money to sit on my butt and read about things that interest me!? Amazing! I can sleep in and don’t have to check the cows at 2 am and 30 below in February? So easy I feel guilty! When I started my MA and got paid to work as a TA and RA I thought I’d won the lottery. Being a grad student is a wonderful luxury. It’s an opportunity for you to contribute to the world. Academ-Hicks skip the entitlement generation.
  7. You find each other. Academ-Hicks just look at each other and know. There’s a glean in their eyes and next thing you know they’re sneaking out of some uptight event to go drink beer together. My Academ-Hick friends are hilarious, calm, respectful people who know how to live well and if anyone gets stressed, we just go out for a rip.

 
This blog was also posted on Huffington Post Canada.  

3 thoughts on “On Being an Academ-Hick

  1. I just signed a lease on a house with a significant garden – not subsistence-sized, but fifty times bigger than I’ve ever had. I’ll have a wood-heated canning stove in the cellar, wood stove to keep oils costs down, cold storage, and – when I find some people who can help – a tool shed hopefully big enough for the kids to sleep in when necessary. The house is tiny but… you wanna visit? Cause I taught myself how to darn but have no idea how to split or stack wood, or braid onions to hang in the attic, or keep chickens or fix a choke. Not that there are chokes in the garden – sunchokes are a leftover pregnancy aversion.

  2. Not to mention the natural inclination we have for land-based ecological knowledge; which is becoming sought after by so many, yet understood by so few. We were so lucky to be able to grow up on the land and experience the seasons intimately; understand life cycles, patterns, natural rhythms, needs and yields. I wouldnt trade my upbringing in rural southern Alberta for anything. My only regret is that I was too young to understand the various development paradigms acting upon my family and community, and that I could not convince my parents to hold out and fight for the land that sustained us. Perhaps one day we will reclaim that land and restore the environment (not only the physical, but the spiritual hole I know it left on my family).

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