Making History — Quite Literally
I haven’t really posted about my life on here in a while, so here it goes:
I recently changed my major from Anthropology to History. This was a tough decision and I was contemplating it all summer. When classes began I thought about it even more in-depth. While I am fascinated with past civilizations such as the Incas, Mayans and early Mediterranean settlers, my heart has always been with the Holocaust. Now, some 
people find me mad for being obsessed with such a morbid subject, but I can’t justify my actions. I own six eBooks and a whole shelf on my bookshelf dedicated to the history of the Holocaust, WWII Nazi Germany and memoirs of Holocaust survivors. My collection is growing and my Wish List on Amazon is getting out of hand. So far, the books on my Wish List total out to about $350. I NEED THEM ALL!
Back to my college career, I had my first advising meeting back in October. My adviser notified me that during my junior year (which is a year and a half away, mind you), I will be researching, writing, and presenting my own works at a convention in Florida. My subject? The Holocaust. It was at this moment, I burst into happy sobs of excitement. My adviser simply admired my extreme nerdiness at the moment and gave me a smirk. She couldn’t express how glad she was that I found the History Department. For a minute there we both geeked out to discuss WWII and the book she wrote, published and received a $10,000 grant for. She wasn’t even phased when I told her I am an atheist. I felt like comrades. After picking out classes for the Spring Semester 2012 (which I will post below), she took me around to meet the heads of the History Department. They were all so kind, nerdy, quirky, playful, funny, JUST EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED FROM A COLLEGE UNIVERSITY!! Whew! Sorry… My heart is in History and I’ve found what I want to do for the rest of my life. With Anthropology, yes it was interesting and held my attention, but majoring in History with a double minor in Holocaust Studies and German Language just tugs at my heart and gets me so emotionally excited for the future I can’t even form coherent sentences to express ahigwanlvnaervjiksfgewfgsdfg
Moving on…
Aside from college life, work life gives me the polar opposite feeling. I’m starting to dislike the majority of the people I work with, but there’s not much I can do about that. I can’t talk about specifics or whom I’m disliking (although it is blatantly obvious when I’m working). I could lose my job or be severely penalized for giving out the deetz on social networking sites or blogs such as this. Therefore, I have resulted in keeping these feelings and thoughts bottled up, which I have learned from past experience is not healthy. I bought a journal at the beginning of the semester for the sole purpose of writing down things such as those that I have been “bottling up”. When I write in it, I feel silly. I feel like I’m Harriet the Spy. I have this deep horror inside of me that someone will acquire my journal and read it to everyone over the loud-speaker at my work. Or worse, post it on the internet for everybody I know to see. Not only is that fear prodding at me, I feel judgement from others when they see me scratch away at the paper within my Moleskine journal. I have a few friends I can talk to regarding my views on my female c-workers, but I feel as though I will burden them with my superfluous ramblings. So for now, I suppose I’ll keep things bottled up and written down.
Spring Term 2013
- [History 1020] Survey of Western Civilization II
- [German 1010] Elementary German I
- [English 2020] Themes in Literature: Jewish American Identity
*I am only able to take three classes due to financial reasons. If I could, I would take five classes, trust me. (: *
i am all circuits & wires 