There are some points in life when it becomes so incredibly
clear that things are changing. That the world around you is changing. That you
are changing. It’s not hard to imagine that these moments are most noticeable with
starting anew in a new place. In the last few weeks, I’ve seen that I’m beginning
to undergo a process of incredible change, a paradigm shift if you will. I was
expecting there to be a learning curve with starting grad school in another
country but expectations rarely translate into actually experiencing things.
Everything, from buying groceries to comprehending a different education
system, has been a learning process, often by means of trial and error.
At university, I’m relearning how to learn. Unlike in the
States, professors don’t lay out in lectures what it is you need to know.
Instead, they point the way to which readings might suit your own unique
interests within a given framework, such as political anthropology or
documentary film. I’m relearning how to read. Read once for a general overview
of an idea. Read twice for the detailed nuances that the professors will expect
you to notice. Read three times to form your own opinion. I’m relearning
anthropology. Much more heavily influenced by French philosophy than
Germano-American anthropology, Anglo-French anthropology has moved beyond post-modernism.
Ethnography is viewed as the art of in-depth speculation charged with representation
of social reality. Anglo-French anthropology steers away from the comfort blanket
of science that has at times lead Germano-American anthropology to claiming
ethnographic data can lead to truth. Here, there is no one right answer about
humanity. There is no ‘truth’.
I’m relearning vocabulary. New and seemingly unnecessary words
such as historicity and contemporeanity and bio-socio-biological are entering
my list of words to pull out in extremely highbrow situations. I’m relearning
what it means to be away from family and friends and what it means to build
community here. I’m relearning how to make friends and how to manage my time
between school and social life. I’m relearning how to cook. Fun fact for you
America: here, food goes bad after a few days instead of mysteriously lasting
for weeks without molding. After talking to a friend living on a farm in
Argentina, I realized my tiny make-shift kitchen isn’t so different than hers;
no microwave, no freezer, and only a limited space for storing cold items. I’m
relearning where to shop and where to buy foil and black beans and cornbread. I’m
relearning how to open doors (those damn Victorians had such heavy doors with
all kinds of locks imaginable and no two are the same). Today I even learned what happens if a pigeon gets caught inside a train (after significantly raising the anxiety levels of passengers, he simply gets off at the next stop).
And of course I’m relearning myself along the way. I’m currently facing the decision of where I want to do my summer fieldwork. I basically have 4-8 weeks to live in a culture before some hard-core hermiting while I write my dissertation. I’m deciding where I want to be in summer, and where I want to be in fall when my visa expires and I turn to the job market. I’m deciding what at what level I want to commit to anthropology.
And of course I’m relearning myself along the way. I’m currently facing the decision of where I want to do my summer fieldwork. I basically have 4-8 weeks to live in a culture before some hard-core hermiting while I write my dissertation. I’m deciding where I want to be in summer, and where I want to be in fall when my visa expires and I turn to the job market. I’m deciding what at what level I want to commit to anthropology.
All of these are things I’ve faced before and figured out in
the past, but once again they are changing. I’m adapting. It’s an odd process
but not an unwelcome one. It’s part of challenging the old mode of thought and
building on it. It’s what we all do, though at some moments it’s easier to
notice than others. So this is my moment. This is my change.
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