It's all in where you find yourself. My undergrad major was in Animal Science/Pre-Vet Medicine, and when on the ag. campus at Tennessee-Knoxville, I was considered a non-country, borderline city slicker freak because:
-I wore a ball cap rather than a cowboy hat;
-tennis shoes rather than cowboy boots;
-Levi's rather than Wranglers (back then, the classy, plastic-patched variety was pretty much all they offered :barf

;
-refused to chew tobacco; and
-carried only a large folder, w/no fixed blade Buck hunting knife in a belt sheath as did almost all other males.
Then again, most "normal" ag. students were looked upon as freaks when in a class like, say, microbiology over on the main campus. If I'd ever whipped out my folder on the main campus, even back in 1985, I'd have horrified over half my teachers in socialist, er, i mean, liberal arts classes.
I was doing my best to strike a happy medium and fit in both worlds--but I always had a knife with me.
I am in class right now at the university of Alabama. I have my manix 2 clipped on my right pocket right now. No gasps or weird comments. Heck I even whip it out occasionally to cut the foot long straws that come with drinks.
No one even pays attention. I love the south.