mrs.anthropology

I consider myself quite easy-going when it comes to school work-marks and grades. Moreover, my parents always told me that as long as i tried my best, that's all i could do, they always accepted me for what I achieved because they knew i worked hard. In terms of school then, i am quite independent, i choose my own courses, i chose my own major, i will eventually choose my own career with their support as well. I consider myself really blessed to have this freedom.

It wasn't easy to find my own "passion", sometimes i felt the need to be guided. I never knew what i wanted, all i knew was i wanted to be a teacher since the prospect of "career" began in high school. I always asked myself, "do what you lovee/lurve". In high school, i struggled with math, with science, with english..the basic stuff. It really made me question my validity as a student and as a person. (therefore, as a sidenote, nobody should EVER. EVER rely on academics as an indicator of self worth, it doesn't mean anything). So i was like "darn it, i am not good at anything, i will fail life and God and everything". I went through a phase of depression and feeling like i could do no good to mankind. Then in gr.12, i took this course called "cultures of the world". I FELL IN LOOVE with it. I did so well in the course and i loved the teacher (another sidenote: teachers are SOOOOOO important, even if it's a crappy course like "how to stick glitter onto a shirt", if you have a good teacher, it can make a HUGEE difference)
...during university applications, i was like, "okay, i want some courses related to that cultures of the world course....ok, sociology, psychology..what is it?" I looked for some terms online, on the dictionary on what kind of study that was, and then it was eureka. I found it. ANTHROPOLOGY.

To be honest, when i was going into university, the term "anthropology" was still a very distant word for me, okay to be even more honest, even in my 2nd year, when people asked me what that meant, i had to rush upstairs to my room, check the dictionary, and try my best to memorize the definition and run back downstairs, try to sound "all scholarly" (but actually, just reciting that dictionary definition to the fobby aunties and uncles, who after i explained to them, pretended to comprehend what i just said. I entered an uber expensive educational institution without knowing what i was getting into.

So throughout first and second year, i took a lot of courses like...oh man, i took a RANGEEE of electives. Let me list some:
the age of bach
introduction to greek mythology
archaeology
the world of opera
european history
early christian writing
nutrition
all really random courses, not that i didn't learn, but i could've focussed a bit more and done another major by this time, if i hadn't chosen such a huge range of courses, of which most are full course loads.

With so many distractions, i was left with more confusion. As graduation year crept closer, i was forced to contemplate again, my prospective, glorious future as a woman with a POST GRADUATE degree! So days before course enrolment for third year, i asked myself, "hey gendi, do you really love what you do? are you doing anthropology only because you listed as your major?" I shook my head to reorient my attention. Shoved the idea away and chose ALLL anthropology courses, i realized, "o darn, i used up all my electives. now it's anthropology courses all the way to graduation."

Nonetheless, to make things short.
My third year of university has thus far been the most fulfilling academic year i have EVER experienced.
I LOVE anthropology. I have focus now. I know what I LOVE. I have a passion for it. I WANT TO MARRY IT (ok bye guys)

This love for anthropology, is really spawned from super duper amazing professors. I don't think i have ever complain about my professors, it's pure compliments. They are all AMAZING. It's like, i'm taking a "how to stick glitter onto a shirt" course, with a good professor, and then now i can even stick shells and beads onto a shirt too!

Back to the first paragraph regarding my "lax-ness" with marks. This year was such an enriching experience, As Bs Cs Ds or even Fs didn't really matter to me in a sense. i felt i learned too much to regard marks as too important. At the same time, i felt that the grades should equate my passion for it. Such a conflicting feeling. There's a sociology term for the feeling, please help me i forgot. Eudora where are you. haha. So yesterday when i checked my marks. I literally yelled "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" when i saw the mark for my favourite course. YAY! (it's a good mark)


I can't be more thankful. God is good. Anthropology is good. I am cool(est).
Speaking of "coolest" i will go on a tangent now.
My icq name for 4 years was "coolest". HAHA. ok. stop. i am blushing.

Finally, now that i found my love. I will continue to ask the Lord for guidance. I need to DO SOMETHING about this passion now.

As for anybody reading this, YOU SHOULD TAKE ANTHROPOLOGY. At least ONE course. TAKE IT!!

Okay this is a happy ending, YAY! I LOVE ANTHROPOLOGY please marry me! YAY!