This is Bill, the bison we met a couple of days ago. Our friend Eddie is his owner. Listening to Eddie was the ideal way to end my experience with the Field School. We arrived and were given an impromptu lecture about Bill’s life, the life of the North American Bison, and the general upkeep of a one year old wild animal. I asked Eddie weird questions like, “Do you think being a single animal of a herd animal is harmful?” “Have you ever shown Bill a mirror?” “Do you think he knows what kind of animal he is?” that didn’t really have concrete answers. I asked weird things of Bill too. I tapped on the bars of the gate and played him a beat. I let myself think he enjoyed it. I asked him to dance for us, and he got down on the ground and rolled around and nosed the dirt. I’m sure it wasn’t actually a dance move, but I like to think it was. Bill was consistently thrashing about, trying to break from his harness, and clearly trying to destroy the inferior species (us). He’s an animal. I’ve said before that 98% of the reason I came to this school was because of the mascot. I wanted to be a buffalo. I didn’t know what that meant in the slightest. This class has opened my eyes to what it really takes—migratory tendencies towards richness of land, culture, and atmosphere, a skull so thick you have to be shot in the heart to be killed, and dance moves that don’t really look like dance moves.