We Are Not Failures
All of this.
When I was little, I wanted to be a firetruck, not a firefighter, but a fire truck. Maybe it’s because I was built like a truck, perpetually a rosey red, and enjoyed playing with campfires… but when I was a toddler being a fire truck was my future goal. As I grew older, my hopes and dreams left the world of the surreal and entered the world of practicality; I wanted to be a doctor, a nurse, a teacher, a lawyer, or a journalist. Instinctively, I had always known that I was going to university.
Being an Indigenous student within the academy, you are held to a different standard within your peers and your family. When you’re an Indigenous student, there’s no such thing as failure, because you’re not just failing from school you’re failing everyone that has worked hard to support you where you are. There’s this added…
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