The little twig had the audacity to diss Pete Townshend’s Let My Love Open the Door.

Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun.

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So…how’s school going?

I was feeling some trepidation at the beginning of the semester. Let’s just say that Biological Anthropology (and really, Anthropology as a whole) is not a faith-friendly field. I don’t expect my studies to line up with my religious beliefs. I do expect to be afforded respect and not to be the recipient of veiled insults about my intelligence. Srsly.

The prospect of taking two Bio Anthro courses this semester, one of which is “Human Origins”, wasn’t exactly doing wonders for my anxiety. But I prayed it over, and asked for prayers from some close friends, and things have been surprisingly…smooth. No digs, no snide remarks, nothing. Praise be to God.

The studies themselves are, of course, pretty rigorous. Just this week I’ve spent over six hours counting and categorizing nearly one thousand fragments of human vertebrae from a site in Haiti. If you’ve never tried to asses the Minimum Number of Individuals (MNI) that could be accounted for based on skeletal remains, let me tell you right now: it sucks. It is by far the most tedious and brain-melting thing I’ve had to do in my entire college career.

This is why I’m not an archaeologist.

My ‘fluff’ class, “Music of the Portland Symphony Orchestra”, is turning out to be really fun. There aren’t any tests, but there is a research paper on the topic of our choice. I’m going with ‘sacred minimalism’ à la Arvo Pärt and John Tavener. The professor was only minimally familiar with Pärt and had never heard Tavener, which is a plus for me, because then he can’t immediately tell if I’m totally wrong about something. It’s a good strategy, methinks.