A Cloud of Post-Thesisian Glory (Among Other Things...)

Well, that time has come, and by 'that time', I mean that excruciatingly strange, uncomfortable, and utterly terrifying period of one's life when one has graduated from college and, and my mom says, "stepped off of the cliff." My real question is, why does nobody warn you about this? Why does nobody tell you that you will spend your entire last month of college feeling strange, your last week feeling even stranger, and your last day on campus sad and packing up your car (by yourself while your parent(s) help(s) *ahem* other people) while it pours rain? When I came home, my dad informed me that this is one of the strangest transitions I will ever have to make. World, why do you not WARN people about this?

I'm currently at the mercy of a large New York museum in terms of making my summer plans, and also at the mercy of university students leaving Tuebingen in terms of finding next-year's lodging, so for someone who is an obsessive planner like myself, it's all a little unsettling (note: if anyone needs a newly-non-college-student to professionally obsessively plan for them online and electroniclaly next year, please put them in touch with me!).

Fortunately, the weather in Hanover is beautiful, my parents are patient about my inability to organize everything I lugged home from my nice little bedroom in my nice little house in Middletown, and they have the funds that I did not to buy real person groceries at a real person grocery store, so I am enjoying cooking real person food again with more than the ingredients available at Weshop! I mean, Weshop was great, but when your vegetable options are consistently limited to brussel sprouts, cauliflower, broccoli, asparagus, peppers, eggplant and questionable lettuce, you run out of inventive ways to cook them. (Yes, I know that compared to most college students' options, that's a wide array of vegetables, but again, the inventive methods of preparation...they are not numerous). So, until next Friday, I will be lazing about the house, not training for crew for the first time in four years, and working on my ever-growing list of "Things to Do Before Tuebingen" and oh yeah...studying for the GRE (which has NOTHING to do with Archaeologically-oriented grad school, but that's a whole other story).

Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time, three very dusty archaeologists stood above their unit and surveyed an exceptionally rocky plow zone, strewn with the remnants of an old and tumbled wall.

"It looks we have twenty-seven hearths in the plow zone," said one.

"Twenty-seven hearths in the plow zone," mused the unit supervisor, "that would be the perfect name for a memoir! Or a blog..."

The third archaeologist just laughed at her group members.

Well, the first archaeologist (can I actually call myself that?) is about to graduate from college and embark on a year long grad-school-detour to Germany. A blog seemed like just the thing to do because 1) all the cool kids are doing it, 2) it makes it decidedly easier for friends and family to stay abreast of all of the decidedly thrilling events in one's life, and 3)it looks like fun and hey why not start it early because it's a lot more interesting than researching for one's last college paper ever that happens to be on the feminine/feminist aesthetic in New German Cinema.

So here it is. Expect more exciting and regular updates as post-graduation summer plans and specific details on the exchange program take place. Exciting things!