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  • It was comforting to read the replies to this post and to realize that I am not the only person who must compulsively research something as soon as it comes yo my attention. Sometimes I feel like the only person in the world who must know more about everything all the time. This thought, by one of my favorite Instagrams to follow, is a good idea to pursue for 2020. It’s not always about knowing everything, but maybe knowing just a little bit more than I knew yesterday is actually enough. 

    For me, knowledge is literally power. Ever since I can remember I have used knowledge to my advantage. I use it to protect myself, I use it as a coping mechanism, I use it to give myself the upper hand, I use it to get attention and accolades. I’m not sure exactly how or why this started, but I do remember being about three years old sitting in a classroom at our church in Canada with a bunch of kids from my dad’s youth group and there was a big world map on the wall. Someone asked who could point out Canada on the map, I got up, marched to the map and pointed to the big pink country at the top and all of the teenagers in the room howled because they couldn’t believe I’d actually gotten it right. I remember being confused because I had just picked the country that was pink… but something in my mind clicked at that moment that being smart and knowing things made people happy. So I have worked hard ever since then to know as much as I can about as many things as possible. 

    While on the one hand it is comforting to feel like I don’t have to always know everything, on the other hand it fills me with anxiety to think about *not* knowing everything. Maybe it can be enough to only know just a little or at least more than I knew yesterday, maybe I don’t have to push myself farther than that. It’s definitely something to think about this year…


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  • I everyone enjoying their week? I hope so? It’s been pretty busy for me recently but that’s alright :) Makes the time move quick I guess!

    Tagging: @loudartanimeeclipse

    Master List here or check the tag Ikesen AFK

    Warnings: Alcohol

    Happy Reading,

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    #Ikesen#ikemen sengoku#ikesen afk #ikesen modern au #ikesen gamer au #ikesen reader insert #ikesen long fic #my story#female reader
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    Kaida’s breathing was slow, the same could be said about the steady beeping in the room. She was alive, just asleep for the time being. The surgery had gone well, all three bullets had been pulled out and the shrapnel hadn’t moved too far, making the surgery easy and fast, only taking about two hours. Pretty quick for three bullets in three different areas of the body.

    Cerin had been talking with the pack doctors, telling them that the female would become a warrior and would easily make up their resources with labor and would occasionally run errands for the pack. That was all it took for them to be persuaded to treat the hybrid, despite their hatred for her species.

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    #The Last Hybrid #part 7 #Kaida Anne Lane #Cerin James Shaw #my story#my writing#my characters #not my photo
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  • In Her sepulchre there by the sea-… In Her tomb by the sounding sea.”

    ((Decided to play with the filters a bit more, hehe.))

    ((Please reblog! Thank youu.))

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  • Doing a Ph.D. is a really scary thought. Especially in humanities and social sciences. Especially in today’s job market.

    Here I’m going to speak a little about my approach to Ph.D. applications, why I chose to do what I did, and how I put it all together including examples.

    1. The Doubt

    After coming out of my Master’s degree, I already had a year of research set up, so I didn’t have to think about jobs like all of my friends I had made during that degree. I watched many of them struggle to find a job offer. Some were successful in attaining a job in Cultural Resource Management, a couple got smaller jobs in local museums, but for the most part it induced a lot of stress to have come out of a Master’s degree with no prospects.

    How I imagined my future at that time: I knew I didn’t want to work in a museum, I knew I didn’t like Cultural Resource Management, I knew that after all this hard work I didn’t want to end up underpaid somewhere doing data entry.

    A Ph.D. has always been something that I wanted. Ever since entering the Anthropology discipline, I imagined myself working towards becoming a Professor.

    Here’s what I was told when I started to consider a Ph.D. Program:

    • “Don’t do it” (said by someone who already had her Ph.D.)
    • “I wish I had gone into something with more money, even after my Ph.D. its been difficult to find stable work”
    • “If you’re doing a Ph.D. in social sciences, ONLY go if you are fully funded, otherwise it is not worth the financial debt”
    • “Most people don’t get in their first try, that’s why people apply to 10+ schools”

    Coming up with a plan: After hearing this, I came up with a couple different options. Plan A: Apply to Ph.D. programs, if I get into one my first try and it’s fully funded then I’ll do it. Plan B: Find a job in Environmental consulting, I could put my GIS experience to use, make some money, and then try again for a Ph.D. later down the road if I wanted. Plan C: Move to Japan and live out my weeb dreams (I’m part Japanese and have a lot of family there so this wasn’t as crazy as it sounds).

    I was genuinely okay with any of these options. They all involve things that I enjoy, none of them are bad options, none of them would feel like “failure” if I ended up not getting into a program. I think this step is very important because it forces you to figure out what you care about, and allows you to be open to change if plan A doesn’t work out.

    2. Choosing a Program to Apply to

    I knew that I didn’t just want to apply anywhere. Getting a job outside of a PhD is already hard enough, and I wanted the school that I chose to reflect the work that I would put into it. As much as we want to think that name brands don’t matter when it comes to education, it sure as heck does help when it comes to opportunity and being selected amongst 100′s to 1000′s of applicants. Therefore, why not shoot for the stars? What’s the harm in trying. For this reason, I decided to only apply to schools that:

    1. Had a prestigious name
    2. Had a program that supported what I wanted to study and allowed for cross-disciplinary research (Digital Archaeology focused on SE Asia)
    3. Had an advisor that had done research paralleled to mine (whether that included SE Asia or just Digital Archaeology in general).

    I started research into programs with the Ivies and went down from there, also cross-comparing programs that had been ranked as best schools for studying Anthropology.

    At the time of researching, the programs that stood out the most to me were:

    • Stanford (ideal because it was close-ish to home, fully funds their Phd students for 5 years, has opportunity for additional funding, had professor working with digital archaeology in Asia)
    • Harvard (had professor working in Digital Archaeology though it wasn’t in my preferred region, also has good funding, and its Harvard)
    • U Chicago (traditionally one of the top schools for Anthropology, however I had heard that a lot of this is because of “legacy” professors, and not much has come out of the department in recent years. Did not have someone specifically in my region of focus)
    • ASU (Also considered one of the top Anthropology schools, but funding is often fought for between students)
    • UC Berkeley (Had professors studying Asia, but it is a public school and also has limited guaranteed funding)

    I sent e-mails to advisors that I thought I could support my research (this was probably around May, when applications are due Sep-Dec).

    • Hello Professor______,
    • My name is _______ and I am interested in applying to ________’s Doctoral program in Archaeology beginning in the fall of 2020. I would like to inquire whether you are accepting graduate students for this period, as my research interests align well with your research. I received my B.A. in __________ from _________ in 2017 and am currently _______. [Enter what you’re doing now, and any relevant experience that shows what you’re interested in researching]. [Enter something about their research, and why you’re interested in working with them/why you think you would work well with them]. I am eager to continue along this path and I feel as though your experience with _______could provide an interesting opportunity for future research. I would also be interested in working with [enter any other faculty that have similar interests, this shows that you’ve done some research into the program and the school in general] For your convenience, I have attached my CV here. If you have the time, I would appreciate the opportunity to speak with you further about the program and future research.
    • Best,
    • Full name

    I also researched the financial aid provided to incoming Ph.D. students. After doing this, the only schools that sounded good to me were Stanford and Harvard.

    Yeah, I know, only applying to Stanford and Harvard was a “big risk,” but this is how I thought about it:

    • I don’t want to commit to a Phd program for 5+ years if it’s not fully funded, doesn’t have a big name, and isn’t going to guarantee opportunity after graduating.
    • I wanted an environment where I knew I could be happy under immense amounts of pressure  (California by family, Boston by friends).
    • If I didn’t get in, I had back up options that honestly sounded really fun to me, so I was okay with pursuing those instead.
    • I didn’t want a Ph.D. just to have a Ph.D., I wanted a degree that would set me apart from others so that I could give myself the best chance for success afterward. I wanted one that, if pursued, could lead me to become a professor.

    So I applied to 2 Schools.

    I got scolded for this by many people… but whatever…I got in, so ha. Why spend money and time on an application for a school that you don’t really want to go to? :P

    3. Applying to a Program

    What an application looks like:

    1. At least 3 recommendation letters:

    Mine were:

    • Undergraduate Anthropology Advisor who has been helping me throughout the years with grant applications, etc. She knows me well, can speak well to my accomplishments. She is also a very well decorated anthropologist.
    • Undergraduate Professor of Geography who can speak to my GIS coursework. I’ve been updating him with my whereabouts and successes since graduating, so we have kept in touch regularly since taking his course.
    • My Master’s dissertation advisor (he stressed me out submitting his letter 3 hours before the deadline >:| )

    It’s good to have your recommendation letters come from people within the academic world. These people can write on your ability to achieve your research goals, your drive, etc. It’s okay to have maybe one letter from a workplace environment, however, it’s best to get as much street cred as you can from these letters, and this comes from Professors that know what they’re doing.

    2. Curriculum Vitae (C.V.): This is important because it shows everything you’ve accomplished up to this point. This is how mine was set up:

    • Full Name, Current Position, Email, Phone Number
    • Education: University Name, City, Degree in ____
    • Publications: In Edited Volumes, Journal Articles, Manuscripts in Preparation
    • Conference and Workshop Participation: Papers, Presentations
    • Grants, Awards, and Fellowships:
    • Research Experience: Project Roles, Fieldwork
    • Teaching Experience
    • Additional Employment History
    • Leadership and Extracurriculars
    • Skills/Languages

    A C.V. is a list of EVERYTHING you’ve done in your career, unlike a resume which is tailored to the specific job that you’re applying to. If you’d like a specific example, send me a DM. 

    3. Personal Statement: This is where you tell them why you want to be there and what makes you qualified. Why should they consider you?

    Personal Statement Example

          1st paragraph, introduce the program and your research interests: I am applying to _____ for admission to the Ph.D. program in Anthropology with a focus in Archaeology. My research interests are to explore [the consequences of ….. on the environment and human responses to environmental change] in [region of the world], and how these actions of the past can be visualized through the use of remote sensing and GIS applications to archaeology.

          2nd paragraph, why you’re interested in what you’re doing: I learned the value of digital applications in archaeology through my undergraduate and master’s degree. [Digital archaeology] is appealing to me because [………]. I first became interested in [example of why you’re interested in the topic/what inspires you].  After witnessing this, I began to seek out opportunities to partake in similar research.

        3rd and 4th paragraph, what makes you qualified to pursue this degree?: I have many research experiences that qualify my pursuit of a Ph.D. dedicated to using digital methods in Anthropological research. [Talk about your undergrad experience, do some name-dropping of professors you’ve worked with], [why did these experiences inspire you to take the next step?], [how are you where you are now because of them?]

       5th paragraph, what are you doing now?

       6th paragraph, why this school in particular?: This is where you name drop the professor you are interested in working with, talk about how their research aligns well with yours by mentioning specific things that they’ve done such as theoretical approaches. What are you interested in doing that would fit well within this program? Are there any facilities on campus that you are particularly eager to work with? Show that you’ve done your research.

       7th paragraph, what do you plan to do after you get your Ph.D. from this institution?: With goals of continuing archaeological research in ________ and expanding off the networks that I have established in _______, ________’s doctoral program in Anthropology is the ideal match to further my career as a Digital/Landscape Archaeologist. The Ph.D. in Anthropology at _______ allows for _________[reasons why you like the program]. Ultimately, my postgraduate goals are to remain in academia by continuing research and gaining a university faculty position. My foundation in archaeology gained in my undergraduate, graduate, and ______experiences have equipped me with a unique set of abilities to offer to ______’s Anthropology graduate program, and I look forward to the opportunity to exchange ideas with faculty and students alike.

    Have your resume and statement looked over by as many eyes as you possibly can. It took me a good 6-10 revisions before settling on something that I liked.

    4. Let the professors that you’ve been in contact with know

    This puts you at the front of their minds when application review comes around. They’ll be like “oh yeah, this person messaged me about this.”

    I hadn’t spoken to the professors that I reached out to since those first few exchanges back in May, so sending this message was very valuable to remind them of my existence.

    This email can be as simple as: Hi Professor ____, I hope you have been well since we last spoke. I am writing to inform you that I have submitted my application to _______. Since our last chat I’ve been [whatever you’re up to now that’s relevant]. I look forward to hearing from _____ soon. Best, Me.

    5. Productive Waiting

    Yay, you’ve submitted! That was hard, but you made it through. Time to start diving into those other plans you’ve been thinking about. What will you do if you get into your top school? What will you do if you don’t get into your top, but you do get into your 2nd or 3rd choice? What if you don’t get into any of them?

    Remember that none of these options are bad, and in this world, you have to be open to change and welcome it. A Ph.D. is a really long commitment, and it doesn’t have to happen right away.

    If you get in, accept only if:

    • It has the research you’re looking for
    • It has an advisor that’s supportive of what you’re doing
    • It’s transparent about what it offers its students
    • The current students are happy with the culture of the program and quality of life
    • The location is something you’re comfortable with (for me having family nearby was a very important factor)
    • The money you are offered is enough to live the lifestyle you need to maintain good mental health
    • There is an opportunity for networking and expansion of your research outside of the university

    As always, feel free to reach out with any questions at @aal.archaeology on Instagram or DM here! I’m happy to share my documents with you.

    Happy writing!


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  • hear me out.

    the worst part about my best friend raping me was, surprisingly, not the act of rape itself.

    while the actual rape was horrible and will be something that will haunt me for the rest of my life, the part that has really gotten to me was every single second of our friendship leading up to that point and the few weeks after the rape before i finally worked up the courage to cut ties and block him.

    today, it’s been one hundred and forty-seven days since the first of the four rapes.

    in the past one hundred and forty-seven days i’ve relived every second of the two years that we were best friends for over and over again.

    i’ve replayed every “i love you,” every ‘friend’ date, every time he got a little too close, every time he spent time with me when he should’ve been with his girlfriend.

    i’ve been trying to figure out where i went wrong.

    there were signs there, i saw them. times when i got scared at his tone or at something he was doing. times when i caught him looking and I wasn’t sure how that made me feel. things he said to me that made me feel small.

    he liked making me feel small.

    because i was taller than him.

    knocking me down and reducing my intellect made him finally feel the same height as his ego.

    i ignored every warning sign because i wanted to believe that he was good, that he was safe, that finally here was a person in my life who wasn’t going to hurt me.

    looking back over everything he said to me, I have to wonder… was this always his endgame?

    was i the shy, quiet, vulnerable trophy that he had to win?

    was our friendship a game to him?

    was i just a conquest to him?

    were the tears that he shed hours before the first time he raped me when i told him he was the one person i trusted to never rape me because he truly was as honored as he said he was or did he have this all planned out and he was crying because he had finally won after two years of hard work?

    after a week of raping me, he sent me home.

    he said he “needed to think” and that i “wasn’t allowed tell anyone”.

    for a few days, he kept up the ruse that he still cared about me as a person

    he was trying to manipulate me into believing that what he had done wasn’t rape and that what had really happened was that we were at the beginning of a secret relationship

    but then he went silent, he stopped answering me and i knew in my heart what i had known from the second he decided to ignore me when i said “no”.

    our friendship was over.

    he called me and told me so. he said he understood if i never wanted to speak to him again. i told him i didn’t want to lose him and that i didn’t understand what was happening because i was so far in denial that i didn’t realize what had just happened to me. all i knew was i felt like i had just done something wrong.

    within the next week he was dating a girl that was known around our campus for hating me in particular.

    he rarely tried to get in contact with me after that and when he did it was never to say anything nice.

    he never spoke of what he did to me again.

    i didn’t know i was pregnant until i was having the miscarriage and after that, every time he tried to interact with me i was furious and nauseous.

    so i blocked him.

    i don’t regret it.

    #how it was #i want to be happy #its ok to be angry #my story #the story of us #stories about my rape #sad stories#tw miscarriage#rape tw#rape#trigger warning #letters to my ex best friend #excerpt from a story i'll never write #letters to my rapist #about my rape #i think about this a lot #about him #about my rapist #stream of consciousness writing #stories#short story#why
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  • So turns out Kai grew up with lizards?? Sometimes even your own OCs surprise you with their backstory.

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    There’s a goat in this funny game! Q

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    Desert Lizards!

    They live in the sandy dry lands that lay between the mountains. The air is hot and very little grows their. But a hidden wealth lies in the path they cut through the barren land. Trade routes. These lizards can make a bargain you’d be happy with until you saw them fade off into the dust of tomorrow and realize you just got tricked out of all your goods. But as much as people dislike them they’re crucial to getting goods across the desert. If you play your cards right you might get a good deal.

    Oh and they also have snake pets :’)

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    Chapter 11 - It’s An All Night Thing

    Seattle Washington, February 16 1988

    (Andi is 18, Chris is 23)

    ANDI: With the morning sunlight pouring through the windows of Chris’s bedroom, I find myself sitting on the floor in his black button up shirt, quietly strumming his dark cherry burst Gibson Les Paul. Chris and I have spent the entire weekend together, hardly leaving his room at all except for the much needed necessities of you know, food, water, basic hygiene… you know the usual. We’ve talked about everything and anything that you could imagine that he doesn’t already know by my time slipping experiences with him. It’s still hard to wrap my head around the fact that he already knows so much about me, and that he’s in love with me, but it doesn’t scare me in the slightest. In fact, I welcome it. There’s just something about him that I’m drawn to which makes me feel so comfortable with him, so safe with him.

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    #Time After Time #time travel#alternate universe #also on ao3 #also on wattpad #soundgarden#chris cornell#soundgarden fanfiction #chris cornell fanfiction #grunge#grunge fanfiction#My Story
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  • We help put together the story of your life.

    #mystory#my history#mylife#my life#my art#my story #i love you #i love them #i love yall #i love him #i love her #creatorsforchange#my legacy#legacy#legacies #en mi tierra #networking in denver #denver colorado#denver #libros de crecimiento personal #coloradosprings#aurora colorado#colorado#coloradan#fall colors
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  • I’ve been writing my posts so far in advance (today is January 17, hello from the past) that, on average, I’m writing at least two One Word 365 posts a week. That basically means that I’m writing these posts faster than I’m able to have realizations about my word and what it’s doing in my life. I just wrote last week’s post on Tuesday. So it’s been a lot of LOVE coming at me… and in most cases, more than I can process at a time. 

    In a way, I think that is kind of a lesson in itself. I’ve written several posts over the last couple of weeks about love that have been outside of these weekly word check-ins. I talked about how my mom claims to love me unconditionally but that I want her to love me honestly (which may mean conditionally at times). I don’t find myself to be personally capable of unconditional love because I don’t think it is something that really exists. I also wrote about how with the baby coming I’m taking the time to really reevaluate what love looks like for me. And all the while I am this person who doesn’t believe she is worthy of being called beloved or Lerato or that I really deserve to be loved in anyway. It’s a lot more LOVE than I can process at one time and it’s really helping to teach me that sometimes, I don’t have a choice. 

    I know that’s a lesson that I need to learn now, before the baby comes, because as soon as she’s here I’m going to feel this overwhelming rush of LOVE like I’ve never experienced before (sorry Revy). But even with that knowledge in mind, it still feels like a lot for me. I’m getting there, I think. LOVE is slowly doing it’s thing and helping me to come to terms with what I deserve… I just wish it would slow down a little. 


    #my story #one word 365 #love
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  • Hello Everyone! 

    I have revived my Tumblr to find many messages asking “what do I do next” when it comes to Archaeology/Anthropology. So I thought I’d create a post explaining what I went through to get to where I am now, and hopefully give some information to those who are pondering on the next steps to take in this truly wonderful field of study. 

    Quick academic about me: 

    • Undergrad: Ivy League, Major: Anthropology-Geography, Minor: Religion
    • After Undergrad: 1 year of Cultural Resource Management (CRM) & Substitute teaching
    • Graduate School: England MSc in Archaeological Information Systems
    • After Graduate: 10-month long research grant in Cambodia
    • Now: (USA)  Ph.D. Candidate in Anthropology, Archaeology Track

    I come from a low-middle class family, all of my academics have been funded through financial aid or through grants that I’ve applied for. A lot of the time school and research can get expensive, but that doesn’t mean you have to be wealthy to pursue it!

    Per usual, please feel free to DM me at any point with questions (here or IG @ aal.archaeology), I’m always happy to help to the best of my ability. Success in this field is really dependent on networking!

    I’ll set this up based on the various landmarks of my academic career: 

    1. Undergrad

    Themes: Ask for help, build your resume, write down everything

    No matter where you are going to school, it is so so so important to use the resources around you. Becoming a professor is HARD work, and each one of your professors went through a lot to be able to stand in front of you and teach you. They’ve likely had years and years of research experience, which is probably still happening behind the scenes of teaching and grading papers. More often than not, professors want to help you, they want students to be excited about the research they’ve worked so hard on, and they want to do what they can to help you achieve your career goals. 

    Therefore, if there’s a class you’ve taken or a professor whose research you’re interested in, tell them. This is how I got my first experience with archaeology (before I even knew that I wanted to do archaeology). I randomly took an Anthropology class that sounded cool, and after the first class, I was like WOW I love this topic so much and I really want to know more about it. I went up to the professor that was teaching it, told her I was really interested and asked if she knew of any research opportunities available. She then hired me as a student researcher in her lab to do data entry for one of her archaeological projects in Mesoamerica, and after working for her for a few months, she asked me if I wanted to go with her and her team to Mexico for fieldwork. 

             (my timeline at this point: 19 years old, end of Sophomore year)

    From this experience, I learned how to apply to grants within the University and funding outside of the University, and was able to FULLY fund my research experience in Mexico. During this fieldwork, I got to work with 3000-year-old artifacts, do archaeoillustration, and eventually got my own chapter published in the book that my professor wrote about the research that was done.

    After I got back from Mexico, I started exploring archaeology further. A new professor entered the department who specialized in “digital archaeology,” and his research involved tracking looting patters in Syria using satellite imagery. I thought this was crazy so I then went up to him and asked if I could help him with his research. (the common theme throughout this entire process is just asking for help). From this experience, I learned that I loved the possibilities that technology brought to the study of archaeology, everything from 3D modeling to identification of sites in satellite imagery to spatial mapping in GIS. With this professor, I was able to form an “internship” with him, and continued doing that and other minor projects within the department. I ended up modifying my major to incorporate coursework from the Geography department and created my own “Digital Archaeology” major.

            (my timeline at this point: 22 years old, Senior year)

    As graduation began to creep closer, I had been able to get a good amount of lines on my resume. I had:

    • research assistant/ data entry
    • fieldwork in mesoamerica
    • x2 internships with digital archaeology prof
    • multiple “small” projects around the department i.e. making posters, painting 3D prints of bones,
    • all of the coursework I had done on GIS/ relevant digital experience
    • started a drone club at my school (it flopped, but it still counts as a line on the resume!)

    All of these lines became useful when starting to think of jobs and the “next step”


    1. Ask for help, your professors are there for a reason, it will almost always lead you to new opportunities. These relationships last well beyond your graduation and definitely come in handy later, make it count!
    2. Write down EVERYTHING that you do. Did you help out with a conference? Write it down. Did you do a couple hours of data entry? Write it down.
    3. Follow your leads! I started my anth journey in Mesoamerica and ended my undergrad in Near Easter digital archaeology (and I entered college wanting to do astronomy?). Change is natural, let it happen.  

    2. Gap Year Between Undergrad and Grad School

    Highlights: Job applications, field school, CRM, uncertainty

    Something that I was always told during my undergrad was that you really need to do a field school and some CRM to be taken seriously post-grad. This shows that you actually want to be an archaeologist outside of the classroom environment. Field Schools and CRM give you valuable experience such as: excavation methodology, report writing, grant applications, teamwork, leadership, etc. 

    I started applying for jobs probably about 5 months before I graduated and ended up securing a job at a CRM company in LA. They liked how much I had done during my undergrad, but they really wanted me to have a field school under my belt before I started working for them. Because I had already graduated and didn’t need course credit, I was able to do my field school at a discounted price (these things really do get expensive, and this was a difference of about $2k). I think this worked out in my favor waiting until the summer after I graduated because it saved me a lot of money in the end. 

    After my field school was done, I started work that September in CRM. This job ended up being nothing like what I thought it would be, to be honest. I was an Archaeological Field Technician that was part-time/on-call, meaning I only got work when they needed someone to go monitor a construction site. I only got work once every month, sometimes every couple of months, so I was making hardly any money. I realized this quickly and decided to become a substitute teacher to supplement the CRM job. I HIGHLY recommend doing this if you end up in the same situation. Not only does subbing fill up all of your non-working days, but it also gives you the flexibility to choose when you can work and gives you teaching experience that you can put on your resume. That CRM experience can be really important, so it’s good to stick it out long enough to quit.

          Why didn’t I like CRM? For me, my job was very sparse, included driving long hours to a construction site, sitting there all day in case archaeological material popped up, and then driving home. Sometimes it was just walking back and forth across a massive field full of cow poop looking for arrowheads, and often it felt like I was just clearing land so that a big building could be erected. I was really missing the research component to all of it. The pay was also not great. 


    What I got from this year was very valuable, even though it wasn’t necessarily that fun, however. 

    • I got the experience I needed in CRM
    • I got some teaching experience (also volunteered to mentor clubs and research at local high schools during this time)
    • I started doing some networking (I found some alumni that were doing work that I wanted to be doing and reached out to them)
    • and most importantly, I realized that I really do love school and wanted to go back for my Masters

    So I started looking into Masters’s programs. This is kind of a scary thing especially in the US because school is expensive. I still really wanted to do Digital Archaeology, and I couldn’t find a single program in the US had a focus in this topic, and especially couldn’t find one that I was willing to pay for. 

    The UK, however, had plenty of Digital Archaeology programs, and the programs were only a year long and a fraction of the price in the US. I decided to take a chance and apply, got in, and then suddenly I was moving to England. (in hindsight I really didn’t spend much time at all making this decision, but it worked out in the end). 

    3. Masters Program

             (my timeline at this point: 23-24 years old)

    I chose the program I applied to based on its focus on the techniques that I wanted to use, namely, remote sensing, GIS, and 3D modeling. I really wanted a degree qualification that spoke for itself, and therefore applied for an MSc in “Archaeological Information Systems.” 

    I had done some networking during my gap year and connected with an alumnus who was doing research in Cambodia using digital methods, and she offered me the opportunity to join her fieldwork. I agreed to join her in Cambodia during my degree, and also applied for a research grant for the year following my master’s degree to continue fieldwork in Cambodia. 

    I used this opportunity to fuel my dissertation topic and focused all of my writing and coursework throughout my grad school experience around Cambodia. While I was surrounded by people studying Roman architecture and Medieval Studies, I spent my time doing independent work and building a network in Cambodia. 

    This program was a great experience for the most part, I was surrounded by beautiful medieval architecture and had a great community throughout. I personally didn’t really like the UK school system compared to what I had received in the US, however. This was largely because of the way coursework was set up. (If you want to know more just DM me).


    • Follow networking opportunities, and find someone doing what you want to do (or close to it) and let them help you take the steps to get there
    • If you’re going to do grad school, do it in something you know you love. Don’t waste money on a program that isn’t right for you.
    • Make sure that the program you apply to allows for flexibility so that you can do research on what YOU want, not what THEY want.

    Halfway through my Master’s degree, I received word that I had been accepted for the research grant (Fulbright) and would spend the next year living in Cambodia doing independent research.

    4. Gap Year Between Masters Program and PhD

    If you’re planning on a Ph.D., I think its a really good idea to do something before applying that relates to what you want to be studying. This shows that you’re dedicated to your research and to a life in academia, and have the ability to produce something from your work. 

    My master’s degree was nice because 1) it was short, only a year-long, and 2) allowed me to focus research on what I was interested in. This gave me the experience I needed to lead into a year of independent research.

    This year of independent research was definitely contingent on receiving the grant in the first place, and I think that I would have started job searching again had I not received it. However, the small things I did leading up to applying for it really helped in qualifying me to receive it. 

         I had:

    • All of the undergraduate research experience
    • CRM experience
    • teaching experience
    • fieldwork experience
    • a master’s degree that focused on the region 
    • established a network of people in the country beforehand
    • a couple “publications” from fieldwork 

    This grant fully funds me living in Cambodia, and has allowed me to participate in cultural exchange with some amazing people here in addition to allowing me to partake in archaeological fieldwork across the country. 

    Again, I cannot stress enough how important it is to network. If you like something, find someone else who likes the same thing, send them an email.

    Networking got me my experience in Mesoamerica, Digital Archaeology, my CRM job, my research experience in Cambodia, and so so much more. All because I sent that first email.

    5. PhD Applications

    I applied to 1 school. I got in. Its a really good school. I’m still in shock. 

    However, I think I really did set myself up for success in this one. 

    The biggest advice I can give in the world of Academia is:

    1. NETWORK
      1. Talking to people who have gone through what you’re going through are the BEST help. They can mentor you through these experiences, offer you new opportunities, or lead you in the direction of someone else who can help.
    1. PLAN AHEAD (but be open to change)
      1. Okay, so you’re applying to grad school. What do you want to focus on while you’re there? What do you want to do with the degree when you’re done? Do you want to start working? Do you want to do more research? What opportunities are out there for research funding? What is the job market looking for? Is there anyone in my network that can help me get there?
      2. None of these have to be concrete plans, they just have to exist in some shape or form so that you have the ability to latch on to one when the opportunity arises.

    If you’re doing something that you love doing, you’ll find a way to make it happen. All opportunity comes from the amount of effort you put into getting it!

    Thanks for reading and best of luck on your studies!

    Also Happy Anthropology Day! :) 


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  • So I have been reading creepy pasta stories out of boredom and now I am sort of motivated to make my own so here is mine

    Shadows in the trees

    Now this story is actually something that’s actually happened to me once, during a camping trip. Where I am from there are a lot of stories and tales you’d hear from the traditional indigenous people of the land. As an indigenous person myself, I hear them more them most.

    The day was hot and humid as it usually is but I was too excited to care as much. I grabbed all my stuff, my bag filled with clothes, a small hand bag to carry my phone and headphones and a bunch more stuff for the trip. I got to the pick up point which was at a school that wasn’t my own. I joined a large choir group filled with kids my age, younger and older, who loved to sing and today was the most awesomest time because it was a choir camping trip.

    I hadn’t been a member long so I didn’t make much friends but I got along with most of them. They were nice and so was I. The bus arrived and I said my goodbyes to my mum and then off we went. I blocked most of the trip out as I was too busy listening to music and watching videos but I would stare out and watch the landscape drift by as we moved, something I did often on trips.

    When we arrived, I mainly expected to feel even more excited about spending time here. All that excitement bottled up from earlier had strangely, disappeared. Instead was a feeling of absolute dread and fear, a sense of sorrow washed over me like a wave from the sea. I didn’t know why but this place was so filled with something horrible, I felt immediately like going home. But I had to stay so I tried to push the emotion away so to get myself excited again.

    It worked, I was so glad and the place we stayed was amazing. It was beautiful and clean. There was a large hallway where we would be practising and holding meetings and do other types of activities. We also had our rooms which had two bunk beds on each corner. I shared a room with 3 other girls who I have realised where a bit… Rowdy. But I liked that about them, they were great and loud and funny so I didn’t mind.

    At certain times I would get that wash of dread once again but they would always go away once I fixed my mind to something. I wouldn’t say the camping was horrible but the sorrow and fear filled feelings I would get was always a distraction. We even got visited by the tribal owners of the land who would tell us stories and facts about the place. Even about the well known lake that was very close nearby and we could actually see. It never crossed my mind once that I should ask them about the feeling, I may have gotten an answer a lot sooner, especially on what happened the first night.

    Now usually I don’t sleep on the first night when I go to new places, I would either not go to sleep at all or go to sleep really late or would sleep then wake up then sleep the wake up and it would just be a repeated thing till morning. That night, I think around midnight I needed to use the bathroom so I got up and walked out. Where we were was on the right side of the camp and beyond was just bush and the lake.

    I walked along, past other rooms filled with sleeping people and kept myself quiet. I looked out to the trees but there was nothing there. Just trees, bush and more trees and more bush. While staring out, the feeling came back but it was smaller then the other times it was bigger so I didn’t think much on it. I went to the bathroom (which was incredibly big) and then exited not long after.

    However when I went back towards the room and looked back out to those trees. That’s when I saw them. Shadows and silhouettes of people. Men, woman, children, they were all dark skinned and I couldn’t see their faces. They all stared at me, not moving, not speaking, some had there hands on the trees while others held hands with each other, like they were all a family. A very creepy family.

    I stopped for a second, staring out, the feeling became stronger. So much sadness, fear and dispair mixed together in my stomach. It’s then that I realised it wasn’t me having those feelings. It was so much like I was feeling what they were feeling. I knew something horrible happened here and I didnt know what it was.

    I kept walking, I didn’t say a word nor did I panic because in that feeling I felt a sense of safety, like they didn’t want to hurt me at all. Of course I was freaked out that I saw shadows of people in the distance and may have walked a little faster to get to my room but I wasn’t scared, I was just, sad. When I got there, I laid in bed, thinking about what just happened. I knew it was the spirits of the people from the past, I’ve heard enough stories from my family to know it’s happened before but this was my first encounter and by god was it a weird one.

    After that, I never saw the shadows again, even when I left my room to go to the bathroom at night, I never did see them. Nor did I tell anyone about it till years later. My school was planning a camping trip this time. A girls camping trip to the same lake as before. This spiked some memories and anxiety in me. This was a religious effort to allow these girls to release some tension and make friends. (It was a very emotional trip, I tell you).

    While I was putting down a form online to apply for the camp is when I decided to tell my mum about the story. She was shocked and almost excited, she would always tell me stories about the mysteries she’d experience when she was young so having to hear my first encounter was a sort of proud moment I guess. It was then I learned something from her, the reason I kept feeling the dread, fear and sorrow of those who lived there so long ago. It was because that place was a massacre sight.

    When I heard that word, it all made sense. I used to attend history classes and would always hear about the unruly massacres and deaths that befalled my ancestors so long ago from movies and family. Either through songs or stories or books, it didn’t matter, it just made all sorts of sense. The people I saw in those trees must have been killed right there, where we were. Their remains now either bones or dust and whats left of their conscious now floats throughout that land like spirits or ghosts. Reminding people who have strong connections to their origins like myself, what happened.

    Surely enough when I went back, I felt it again but it was less strong like it used to be. I even went there a third time and again, it was there just less, strong. It was always and forever be a story I’ll remember, my first encounter with the past by seeing it myself is not something that haunts me but reminds me there is more to this world then meets the eye. It tells me that, no matter what, the people who are left are always there, either for better or for worse.

    #Creepypasta#true story#my story#Indigenous story #hope you guys like it #like I said this is true #and I've had many other experiences very similar to it #oof
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