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Hannah's Adventure Begins

  • Writer: Hannah Madill
    Hannah Madill
  • Dec 27, 2016
  • 5 min read

So my mother, and everyone else has been on me to write a blog about my upcoming move to Tuktoyaktuk NWT. I was like, I'll just facebook and Instagram, but then I was like... fine, I don't want all the family on my facebook, so I'll just piggyback on my mom's blog.

 

This whole story starts long long ago. I can't 100% remember how I stumbled upon an article about the community greenhouse in Inuvik or something. According to google, the first time I searched Inuvik was June 2013. So probably around then. (myactivity.google.com is a terrifying wonderful tool)

I read as much as I could and fell in love with the spirit of the North. As I read about the greenhouses and the Hay River Northern Farm Training Institute, how these people who are neglected and forgotten about by the rest of Canada are tired and done with waiting for government support and are doing things for themselves, partnering with private business and corporations like Hellmanns. How they honour their culture and traditions in a way not really possible in the rest of Canada. (Inuit weren't subjugated under the Indian act until the 1930s, and even after that it was hard to enforce in the northern remote arctic) I apparently (according to google) looked at moving there pretty much immediately. When I realized I was supposed to be a teacher (called my mother and said WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE TELL ME PLEASE) I knew I wanted to teach up there. I went to the University of Alberta and fast tracked my degree. I just graduated. I figured no one but me would be willing to move to the Arctic in January. (I was right) I saw a job posting for a Kindergarten teacher in Tuktoyaktuk starting January 3rd and I was like, Karma and hard work are paying off so hard right now. It was my ideal job and location. And then a month later I interviewed and got it.

When people ask me, why the hell I'm moving to the North Pole, I break it down into 4 "C's". Curriculum, Community, Culture and Cash.

My big thing is localization of materials and resources. I think teaching kids general information as citizens of the world does them a disservice. I'm really passionate about community involvement and I think that especially in small communities, all people should feel like they have a stake in their community. That they matter in their community and that it is a living organism that can change and adapt to their needs if they're willing to participate. I think that knowing where you come from and where you are is so important. As someone who's lived in small towns and big cities, I know that no matter where you live, people complain that there's nothing to do. These people don't feel any sense of belonging to their community. In Edmonton, everyone seems like they're just in Edmonton until something better comes along. In Vancouver, they think they're the best, but they all want to move to Toronto. And in small towns, all the youth regurgitate what they hear on TV about moving to the big city and making something of themselves.

In Tuk, I want to get involved with the community as much as I can. During my interview for the job, they said this was expected of all the teachers. So we'll see what this means. I'm really passionate about food security (living in a food desert in the US got me learning and passionate) so I hope to get involved with the group fundraising for a community greenhouse. I want to try and learn Inuvialuktun, I've learned the basics of Gwich'in, and hopefully the pronunciation tricks carry over! I want to eat country foods and go hunting. I want a picture of me with an adorable animal and then of me eating and wearing it. I'm so excited to be rid of Edmonton University hipsters. My friends describe my Garneau enemy as a Vegan with a man-bun cycling on the sidewalk and vaping bubblegum juice. If I ever encounter one of these types in the North I will be furious...

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