July 21, 2013 Comments Off on [ Well, Hello – July 21st, 2013 ]
So I’ve been gone from the blogging world for quite some time, just over a year actually – 13 whole months! Many things in my life were going on, many changed, many made 180s follow by 360s followed by 45s followed by – I think you get the point! But regardless, I’m in the mood to write again, whether its for me or someone else or for everyone and everything in-between – either way, for some reason I need this right now so I’m doing it. I’ve really missed writing, I’ve only been writing for school the last year – I completely put aside any journalism (and really, photography as well) to focus on getting into graduate school and really focus on finishing my BA and Anthropology – which I’ve done now if you can’t tell by the overly happy and grainy photo from graduation of me and one of my best friends from undergrad (Jaclyn Ortiz – who is an AWESOME musician, you should look her up).
So I suppose I should give a little run down of my last year, eh? I talked a lot about school and my goals in life previously on my blog so I figure it makes sense to try and ‘clue people in’ to how things have progressed! Well I worked as a TA at DePaul for both Fall and Winter quarters which was an awesome experience – it really helped me to figure out I would love to be a lecturer and teach one day, I really thoroughly enjoyed it (even having to explain multiple times at 7am that Paleontology is NOT a part of Anthropology, but its okay – I understand the confusion… the first 5 times you hear other students ask me…) I took the GRE last July and started applying for Biological Anthropology/Archaeology programs in November. I ended up applying to Syracuse University, University of Central Florida, University of Tennessee Knoxville, and the University at Albany (SUNY)… well… I got into two programs! I ended up getting into UCF’s MA program and UAlbany’s PhD track program… it was actually a bit of a hard decision since I already had spoken with my possible advisor at UCF and my parents are still down there but… in the end I chose UAlbany – I couldn’t pass up getting into a PhD program (a particularly big deal for someone who has a GED, not a standard high school diploma and statistically speaking shouldn’t be in a grad program, let alone a PhD one) and I’ve missed New York so much.
So long story short my time at DePaul came to an end in June. I graduated with my BA – majoring in Anthropology, double majoring in Art Media and Design (with a photography concentration), and minoring in Communication and Media. I’ve already moved to Albany – though I’m not living in the city itself, which was a nightmare! Word to the wise, never try and move to another time zone 2 days after graduation and only 5 days after your last final was due – its a horrible idea. Learn from my mistakes!
Right now I’m spending the summer (and hopefully the foreseeable future!) volunteering at the New York State Museum in their Osteology Lab helping with documentation types of things. I’m looking for something to do for work since the job I had didn’t work out (lets not even go there – but in summary I was fired for reporting someone who verbally threatened me and physically blocked me into a corner while trying to force me to talk to them) and I intend to start blogging again! Hopefully I can mix in some science and fashion posts during the week – maybe one of each if I can find the time, because those are my two loves in life!
Science is my professional passion but fashion will always be a personal one!
January 18, 2012 § 1 Comment
Sometimes you have to come to little realizations in life, mine was that I was not happy. I don’t mean I didn’t enjoy living or that I don’t love my friends and my puppy, nor that I’m depressed. But something was missing, ya know? Something wasn’t there, I wasn’t doing anything I was passionate about or that challenged me, everything was just… neutral. I needed to do something in my life that was going to challenge me, that was going to be something I could do for the rest of my life and love it and enjoy it and not be bored by the mundane aspects. That is what doing PR was for me, it wasn’t exciting, it wasn’t challenging me, it just felt like something I was good at and could succeed at but wouldn’t fulfill me. I needed something that was going to fufill me.
I was already going to graduate with 4 degrees… what else could I really want? I realize though, that after all this time I could not continue with my Public Relations degree so over my time in England I really had to think about what I was going to do, if I was going to switch anything it needed to be immediate upon my return to Chicago. It put me in a hard situation, I didn’t want to lose all the work I’d done in my Public Relations degree, I didn’t want to lose the classes and have them be worthless from my Journalism minor either and I certainly didn’t want to go back to majoring in Journalism…
When I was a little girl, maybe as young as 7 or 8 I wasn’t that girl who played with barbies (though there’s NOTHING wrong with that), I played sports and I preferred being outside and I had an intense obsession with dinosaurs, that was when my interest in history really routed from. Around 9 or 10 this transitioned into an intense interest in Egyptology. By the time I was 12 this has transitioned into my fascination with reading about World War II and Eastern European/Russian history, something that has stuck with me to this day. The thing is, I made a stupid decision when I started college, mostly influenced by the type of people I was hanging out with at the time. I wanted to live a glamourous life, I wanted to wear pretty clothes and go to fun parties and I wanted to be one of those girls who everyone envied. I was already starting school 2 years late and I didn’t want to graduate at 30 with my PhD just to be a teacher… I didn’t want that.
In reality I just wasn’t mature enough to realize that I would be happy doing that, that I wouldn’t have a problem teaching and that that ‘glamourous’ life was just the brain of a 19 year old wanting to be the exact oppposite of what she had been in high school. But I realized at some point that there was ust so much more to life then this, why would I limit myself to what I was doing because of some ‘optimal’ idea of what I thought my life should be. I just wanted money and glamour, I never thought about if that would actually make me happy, if I could do that for the rest of my life. I’m a much different person then I was at 19 when I got accepted at DePaul, I’m almost entirely different in my own eyes. I hardly recognize myself some days, and that’s not just because I went back to my natural hair colour and am no longer platinum blonde.
So I made a choice. I knew what I wanted to do, what would make me happy. I knew that bringing challenge back into my every day life would keep me on my toes and excited for the rest of my life, doing something I’d always been passionate about would be better for me. The only downside is, well, my Dad didn’t exactly take me telling him well. My Dad is unfortunately one of those people that when it comes to money, that’s sort of all that matters. He can ice the cake however he wants, but money is in many ways more important then happiness to him, because he thinks that money is what is going to bring happiness, when for me money has caused way more problems then happiness. I’d rather struggle a bit but not dread getting up and going to work every day then be living in fantastic means but hating what I do. Going to grad school and getting my MA, hopefully eventually my PhD in Anthropology is what I’m going to do. I don’t care if my parents support me or not, all I was ever promised was my undergraduate education and that’s all I would ask them for. I am on my own so I will do what is going to make -me- happy not them.
So I threw out my PR major, condenscend my classes in Communications into a generic Communications minor, kept the Media Arts degree (three classes from completion!) and am going for it, I’m going to graduate with my BA in Anthropology and get my butt into a damn good grad school and be happy with my life if it kills me (it might, GRE books are scary). But its going to make me happy, I haven’t been this excited about post-graduation from my undergraduate degree in a really long time, I was always aprehensive and skiddish about it, but now I feel an odd content feeling.
That feeling is called happiness, and its amazing.