It’s that time of year again, when parents sing and skip as they buy back to school supplies for their little darlings, who have been terrorizing the house for 3 months. That first morning, a universal sigh of relief is heard around the country as people’s children become some teacher’s problem once again. For me, however, it’s a different story entirely.
I certainly do not skip and jump and sing when I’m buying school supplies. Why not? Because my supplies often cost a LOT more than what I would like them to. It’s the curse of my profession: all of my equipment has to be able to survive work in the field, and this semester I’m getting out there and grubbing about quite often thanks to my work with the Veterans History Project collecting oral histories. I have already attended one interview, and am learning the fun art of transcription directly by doing it. I’m in the process of scheduling two of my own interviews in the month of September.
School resumes for me next monday, August 23rd with my first class at night (should be the last math I’ll ever have to take!). Then on Tuesday, it’s off to Tampa for a full day of anthropological immersion as I take Linguistics, Biological Anthropology (Forensics), and the dreaded and dull Senior Seminar: Theories of Culture. Did I mention a lab somewhere in there on forensics? I’ll repeat that schedule on Thursday, minus the lab. In my off time, I’ll be working on projects and doing research for the Veterans Project itself.
While my supposed one-month vacation is about to run out, I’d love to say I feel relaxed and rested, but the truth is I don’t. It’s very hard to relax from a year of non-stop day to day school in a month’s time. Just as I was starting to relax a bit, it’s time to get ready to start again. Sigh. This is the last year, though. After this, I get to find a real job in my field that pays real money, not volunteer hours or credit hours. I look forward to that first decent college-degree paycheck. I’m planning to take a year off and work, then go back to school again as a Grad Student in Applied Anthropology (unless I change my mind, move to Rome, Georgia and take up residence in the Folklore department as a grad student instead). The idea of an additional 30 credits past my degree is awful to me right now. But I know that if I want to make decent money, a Masters in Anthropology will be the best way to do that.
Make no mistake: I have no desire to ever EVER be a teacher of any kind. I have the utmost respect for them, but a career in Collegiate Academia is not for me. Not to mention, there is no money in that field anyway, and they are treated like crap in general. Teachers have the hardest job for the least pay, and to me, the cost versus the benefits do not weigh out. Some people are called to teach; I was not. Teachers have the most respect I can give (next to Hospice Nurses) for the difficult job they have to do, but the truth is I do not like kids enough to put up with their stupid shit in college-level courses. I would be the meanest, most demanding Anthropology Professor ever created. They would hate me.
I feel as though I’ve neglected my blog since I started at USF. I haven’t had nearly as much to write about since my last 2 semesters have been entirely online (I do not recommend it unless you have the gumption to do all the work it requires to be self-taught). Starting next week, I’ll be able to rant, rave and bitch about the people in my classes again (Flashback: University of Tampa), or else talk about how great it is since I won’t have any freshmen in any of my classes with the possible exception of Statistics (and I don’t care about that one). Theories of Culture is restricted to Seniors only, so that one might be decent. The rest are 3900 level courses, so not likely to see freshies in any of those either. I look forward to actually having on-campus material to write about. My blog has been very dull lately.
So, be looking forward to what horrors I unleash regarding a State-run University’s day-to-day operations, as well as all the scathing and hilarious commentary I give on what I see during my classes. I’m sure this semester will be rife with fodder for the writing.
Parents: Here’s to the new school year! May it be long and your days quiet.
Students: Haha, it sucks to be us doesn’t it?