Moonrose

Sadly... just homework. Lots and lots of homework. I am doing an independent study this quarter, so keeping up with my self-imposed deadlines. Writing my senior thesis on hip-hop. Putting together my senior lecture-vocal recital on non-Western music. I'm also the manager for my school's Campus Center, which may as well be a full time job for how often I get called in there. On the upside, I have a fiction book checked out that I'm working on, bit by bit! So my life isn't entirely pathetic!

I've gotten to the point where I explain my subfield within anthropology in order to cut off the usual comments about mummies and Bones and Indiana Jones. So now my conversations are like this: Me: I study Shi'a Muslims in Lebanon. Person A: Are they the good guys or the bad guys? Me: ... or Me: I study Shi'a Muslims in Lebanon. Person B: Wait, are you converting? Please tell me you're not converting! Both of these responses conclude in a smackdown from myself. I think it's partially the area where my college is located, but... my other favorite is Me: I study Shi'a Muslims in Lebanon. Person C: So do you have to go there? Me: I'd really like to. I've wanted to for years. Person C: Don't go! You'll get blown up! Oh, people. *shakes head*

Oh so pessimistic. To the point where I'm trying to figure out if I have any useful skills that will aid me in getting a job. (Answer: not really). But I knew that going in, so it's not really a huge disappointment or anything.