I'm really not feeling my last year as an Anthropology major. I LOVED 90% of my Anth classes for the past 2 years or so. I haven't been looking forward to this particular year/semester for awhile. To put it simply, it's upper-level crap. History of Anthropological Thought... Do I have to? Andean Religion... I'm just not feeling it right now. I ended up picking my major because I enjoyed the Psych/Sociology/Anthroplogy classes more than anything else. Plus, I was sick of being UNDECIDED. Do I have any idea what I'm going to do with my major? (What does that mean anyway?) No. I'm going to be sitting pretty with a Bachelor's degree, that's what. Which, these days, is about as useful as sitting on a duck. (It's okay, I don't know what that means either.) I do know that all those "career tests" pointed me in the direction of the Behavioral Sciences, so I went with it. All along thinking "Well yeah, but what I'm I going to dooo?"
I've learned something about myself. Something I knew already, but probably should have applied to my education years ago. Something that no career test ever thought to tell me. I am happiest when I'm creating something. Anything. So shouldn't my goal be to make a career out of that? I need to have a finished product. I don't enjoy spending 3 hours on an equation, only to end up solving an equation. I need tangible. I need to be able to say "Look, I did this!" Writing. Decorating. Taking pictures. Heck, even hair school! I guess I could move to a remote African village, stay for 10 years, and then write a book about my new found theories... my education wasn't a waste after all!
Tangent. Sorry. I'm going to finish my Anthropology degree. I am. I'm just going to have to create on the side! That means more writing -- actually taking it seriously and pushing myself to be good. It's part of the reason this blog has been suffering lately. (Oxymoron? Don't kid. I never actually wrote anything here.) I'm reading all my favorite non-fiction authors. I can't get enough. I'm constantly jotting down thoughts -- writing a paragraph here and a paragraph there. I'm piecing things together little by little. I'm trying to write more, and it's taking away from writing here... if that makes any sense. I'm trying to move on from 4-line humorous blog posts, you see.
So that's that.
I was going to write a paragraph or two about how I'm pretty selective with my Facebook friends. (I have a point.) I don't want to be friends with the guy who sits next to me for an hour every other day, or that one girl I knew for a weekend and pray I never have to know again. If we were acquaintances for five years, but haven't spoken for 6... sorry, I've moved on. I don't want to filter what I say on Facebook. If I want to talk about explosive Diarrhea and my unhealthy obsession for Daniel Radcliffe I shouldn't have to answer to what's his name in class the next day. What's weird is that I'm sure I don't know 50% of the people who read my blog, and yet I'd talk about explosive Diarrhea every day if I could. Here. To complete strangers. And probably a few girls from High School who would be embarrassed to follow me publicly. (Hi.)
I would most likely not post this picture on Facebook. What if a friend of a friend had hair like that? What if someone actually knew this girl personally? I would have to answer for that.
(Bleached on the top half and black on the bottom.)
This is my blog. Read it if you'd like, but I can't be held accountable here. Welcome to the Interweb, baby.
So yeah, I was going to say a paragraph or two about that... but I think I'll save it for another day.
And I won't be blogging as much anymore. But stick around because I will still post Harry Potter cast updates, and an occasional limerick.
Win-win.
7 comments:
A: I still haven't read Catching Fire, or whatever the second one was. I really enjoyed the first book, though.
B:I'm envious of people who can really write. So good for you!
C: I have a co-worker with hair like that. She is 57. It is sad. Don't tell her I told you.
I feel like I just watched Ronald Reagan resign. I feel so empty inside.
Stick around, we like you here.
From one humanities major to another, I hear ya. You're pretty much committing to grad school when you choose a bachelor's degree in humanities :P
so you're saying i shouldn't dye the top half of my hair platinum? is that what i was supposed to take from this post?
As much as I never thought I'd say this, I support this decision. I know it is for the best. Although my bored and obsessively-reading-blogs self is screaming "NOOOO!!", my true-friend self is saying, "If I am patient, I can read an entire BOOK someday!" (of your writings, that is... I have read an entire book before). More power to ya. Just do me a favor and at least write up one of those "professor snippets" posts from your parenting class, or other ones. Love those. Now get writing for real!
I totally graduated with an Anthropology degree and ended up getting a double minor one of them being in sociology because I loved it too. My last year was barely anthro though because I declared my double minors late so I spent my last year doing those classes. It could be like I wrote the first half of this post. I need to be able to show something for what I've done. That's why I wanted to do Archaeology...but then I got married and that went down the crapper, but since I've graduated I've fallen in love with Cultural Anthro. But either way, it's hard to land a job with an anth degree. Good luck! I'm excited to see what you choose to do
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