After my fiasco with the last semester of college (Fall 2010), and then moving back home, I guess I completely forgot about this blog. At least I lived, I was able to graduate, and readjust to normal life. Sort of.
Now that I have several more friends with blogs, I may as well start it up again. Unfortunately I just had a REALLY awesome archaeology internship, which I should have blogged about, but I didn’t. Seriously, after toiling away with manual labor all day, the last thing I wanted to do was write a blog. I slept as much as I could when I got home! Perhaps I will recount several adventures of mine in later posts.
Since my internship ended Friday, I’m eagerly awaiting my next step in life. I have absolutely no idea what I’m going to do next. My parents want me to take some classes at George Mason University just to continue my education until I decide to go to graduate school. In what, I’m no longer sure.
Just two days ago my heart was set on going to graduate school for archaeology, and I was planning on becoming an archaeologist. But within the last couple of days, several people, both whom I deeply respect, as well as supervisors at work, were surprised that I still wanted to go into archaeology. Apparently I just don’t seem to “fit in.” This has made me rather upset and sad. A normal person would just tell me that I shouldn’t worry about this, and I should continue to do whatever it takes to continue my passion. The problem is, I realized it’s not really a passion. I just keep choosing to go down different paths because I haven’t found what I really want to do in life. So when people tell me I don’t fit and that I’m probably making a big mistake, I listen.
My mom recently pointed out a graduate certificate program at George Mason that she thought I also might like. It has to do with Conservation Science. It has to do with the conservation of wildlife, both flora and fauna, and the classes take place at the Front Royal Smithsonian Biological Conservation Institute. The strange thing was that I was kind of drawn to it. It also made me realize how it doesn’t seem to matter to me what I actually want to pursue as a career. Why am I like this? Is it because I have so many different interests I just can’t decide, or do I just no longer care anymore? I assume I was attracted to this Conservation Science because I could learn about species protection and conservation, which led me to think that perhaps it could be a new route for me to somehow work with penguins someday.
I had completely written off ever being able to work with penguins because I wasn’t exactly the best at Biology: I got a C and a C- in it at UMW. Those were my worst grades I ever got in college! I was so ashamed of those grades because when I first went to college, I wanted to be an Environmental Science major. In high school I had wanted to be a violinist, be a CIA analyst, work in the State Department as an analyst or ambassador, work at the UN in NYC, be an undertaker or coroner, be a detective or inspector, and just want to try so many other professions. Obviously that changed and I decided to do Historic Preservation since I seemed to do well at it, and I also loved history. I kept switching in my mind that I wanted to do archaeology, urban planning, work in a museum as a curator or collections manager, become a lawyer specializing in preservation law, and be a forensic anthropologist and study bones.
So I guess the lesson I need to learn at some point is that my life should not be completely defined by whatever profession I choose. I need to carve out a life for myself that emphasizes so much more, to live a deeper and more passionate life than just one of constant anxiety and drudgery of work. Now that my internship has ended and I don’t have any job or education expectations until at least the end of August, I will focus on my hobbies and other interests to enrich my life. I will try not to sit at my computer and play the Sims 3 for several hours every night. Knowing myself, I probably will.



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