I wasn’t going to major in Native Studies.
I just wasn’t going to.
When I came to university, I had decided that I was going to earn a “legitimate” major: economics, political science, anything but Native Studies. I wasn’t going to major in Native Studies because I didn’t want to be that Native kid.
I came to university with four garbage bags of luggage: two were my clothes and bedding and the two others were my internalized racism and shame.
I struggled so much in my first semester of university. I felt disconnected from my classmates who seemed to know way more than I did in these topics. I felt disconnected from home and I desperately clung to any I could that made me feel less away and more at home where I was. I failed two courses my first semester: French and Economics. I struggled to grasp and understand the topics…
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