The end of semester is full of paradoxes—the light at the end of the tunnel can be easily overshadowed by the remaining to-do list. Weeks seem to fly by, but an afternoon buried in books can feel like an eternity. At the end of each day, I can’t help but ask myself what I accomplished during that study session.
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In this article, I want to discuss a question that I have been asked more times than I can count: “How much Aboriginal are you?” Just writing the words, my blood instantly begins to boil and stir uncomfortably through my body, as though I can feel my ancestors getting rattled.
Along with cold winds and crunchy leaves, September brings the apprehension of a new semester. Just over one year ago, that nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach was at its peak—the first day of grad school suddenly felt oddly similar to the first day of kindergarten, except this time, my excitement for class trumped the terror of leaving my mom’s side.
The first few lines of my CV and biography say: “Samantha Tsuruda holds a Bachelor of Arts Degree, Psychology Major, from the University of Victoria. She is a consultant in Program Evaluation, and is currently a Master in Public Health Candidate at the University of British Columbia.”
According to Duncan McCue, an Anishinaabe journalist who has been a CBC reporter for over 15 years, “an elder once told me the only way an Indian would make it on the news is if they were one of the 4Ds: drumming, dancing, drunk, or dead.”