So, as I stare down the barrel of yet another semester at university, I’m not nearly as anxious about it as I have been in the past. Largely because of the realization I just made. 

Instead of pulling me away from my rural, Minnesota relatives whom I dearly love and admire, my education may actually bring me much closer to them. Especially since farming and ranching are just branches of Biology. Though, in an effort to sound much more hoity-toity (which is a word my family has always thrown around, particularly to make fun of my dad for “moving to the big city” years ago), universities call farming and ranching shit like “agricultural studies” and “animal husbandry”. 

Why universities like to hide simple terms behind big words, I will never understand. 

To be continued…