It has been such a long time since I've updated. I don't really use online journals too often, although I once did a long time ago.
I have decided to update again to get things off my chest and out on to some sort of medium, I am hoping it will help me. Recently one of my friends started updating a blog she had with her own personal thoughts and such, which kind of led me back to this.
I am currently closing off my junior year of college (and technically I am a senior if you go by how many credits I have), and moving on to my final year of undergraduate. Next year is going to be lots of fun, because I have to start applying to grad schools and take the GRE exam. Things have changed a lot.
I have not stated before, but I am going for my undergraduate degree in anthropology, but my real focus within this field is archaeology. Last summer I participated in a field school and excavation in the ancient city of Petra, now in modern day Jordan (in the Middle East if you need more direction). It was an amazing time and because of this I am going back in a few weeks to Petra again, but on a different excavation this time around. Going overseas had a profound (and positive) effect on me. I realized then and there that archaeology is definitely the path I want to pursue for my career (and life in general), but because of this that complicates things a bit.
When I got back, my girlfriend (at the time) was very ticked with me because of certain things I did (like smoking and drinking). She even almost threatened to break up with me because of it. To give a little more context: The smoking I did was tobacco from a hookah (also called a water pipe, nargileh, etc.), not cigarettes. But in her mind it was all one and the same.
This change did not go over well with her, and our relationship was a rollercoaster and a downward spiral, until finally last month we called it off. Now most people you would expect to be traumatized by an event such as this, but I honestly wasn't. Especially after nearly four years with this person, it is completely surprising I barely cared at all. I look back at it now a month later and yes it's sad, but I don't feel traumatized.
This person tried to control me, and basically didn't like where I wanted to go with my career (archaeology), although she never would say it outright. She always said I was the controlling one, but she was and is the master of double standards.
This relationship was good years ago. But after Jordan it all went downhill. I finally realized before we broke up that I was not going to let anyone or anything stand in my way of what I want to do with my life and career. I am moving on to bigger and much better things with my life than to deal with a needy person who needs your absolute attention and is jealous of any other woman that so much as talks to you.
I've made so many friends and have found my place at Brockport: the Anthropology department. The department is very small but is full of lively professors who are great scholars and great teachers as well. My fellow students are all smart, nice, genuine people. I know my professors not just as my mentors but also my friends, which my ex never liked (don't know why either).
It is funny that last week while I was working in the library, I checked out a bunch of books for a professor I had my first semester at Brockport (freshman year). I was talking to her about my trip to Jordan and how I am going back, she asked what my name was again. I told her and she remembered me, and then said "Oh don't take this to offense, but you've grown up a lot). It made me reflect back on how much I've changed since then. I think when she was saying that she meant physically (back in freshman year I still had my long hair, didn't have facial hair; now I have short cropped hair and facial hair), but I think part of it was my demeanor as well.
My ex was an ignorant person, who was extremely judgmental and also was extremely apathetic about anything (she particularly didn't like me advocating for properly scholarly work, and didn't like me ranting about idiotic shows like Ancient Aliens, Diggers, American Diggers, etc. that are a bastardization of archaeology and not ethical. She said I cared too much basically). I just couldn't stand to be with a person like that anymore, a person who didn't want to progress past how they were in high school.
Well, I guess there is a reason why her school is called "Medaille High".

I have decided to update again to get things off my chest and out on to some sort of medium, I am hoping it will help me. Recently one of my friends started updating a blog she had with her own personal thoughts and such, which kind of led me back to this.
I am currently closing off my junior year of college (and technically I am a senior if you go by how many credits I have), and moving on to my final year of undergraduate. Next year is going to be lots of fun, because I have to start applying to grad schools and take the GRE exam. Things have changed a lot.
I have not stated before, but I am going for my undergraduate degree in anthropology, but my real focus within this field is archaeology. Last summer I participated in a field school and excavation in the ancient city of Petra, now in modern day Jordan (in the Middle East if you need more direction). It was an amazing time and because of this I am going back in a few weeks to Petra again, but on a different excavation this time around. Going overseas had a profound (and positive) effect on me. I realized then and there that archaeology is definitely the path I want to pursue for my career (and life in general), but because of this that complicates things a bit.
When I got back, my girlfriend (at the time) was very ticked with me because of certain things I did (like smoking and drinking). She even almost threatened to break up with me because of it. To give a little more context: The smoking I did was tobacco from a hookah (also called a water pipe, nargileh, etc.), not cigarettes. But in her mind it was all one and the same.
This change did not go over well with her, and our relationship was a rollercoaster and a downward spiral, until finally last month we called it off. Now most people you would expect to be traumatized by an event such as this, but I honestly wasn't. Especially after nearly four years with this person, it is completely surprising I barely cared at all. I look back at it now a month later and yes it's sad, but I don't feel traumatized.
This person tried to control me, and basically didn't like where I wanted to go with my career (archaeology), although she never would say it outright. She always said I was the controlling one, but she was and is the master of double standards.
This relationship was good years ago. But after Jordan it all went downhill. I finally realized before we broke up that I was not going to let anyone or anything stand in my way of what I want to do with my life and career. I am moving on to bigger and much better things with my life than to deal with a needy person who needs your absolute attention and is jealous of any other woman that so much as talks to you.
I've made so many friends and have found my place at Brockport: the Anthropology department. The department is very small but is full of lively professors who are great scholars and great teachers as well. My fellow students are all smart, nice, genuine people. I know my professors not just as my mentors but also my friends, which my ex never liked (don't know why either).
It is funny that last week while I was working in the library, I checked out a bunch of books for a professor I had my first semester at Brockport (freshman year). I was talking to her about my trip to Jordan and how I am going back, she asked what my name was again. I told her and she remembered me, and then said "Oh don't take this to offense, but you've grown up a lot). It made me reflect back on how much I've changed since then. I think when she was saying that she meant physically (back in freshman year I still had my long hair, didn't have facial hair; now I have short cropped hair and facial hair), but I think part of it was my demeanor as well.
My ex was an ignorant person, who was extremely judgmental and also was extremely apathetic about anything (she particularly didn't like me advocating for properly scholarly work, and didn't like me ranting about idiotic shows like Ancient Aliens, Diggers, American Diggers, etc. that are a bastardization of archaeology and not ethical. She said I cared too much basically). I just couldn't stand to be with a person like that anymore, a person who didn't want to progress past how they were in high school.
Well, I guess there is a reason why her school is called "Medaille High".

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