the Dalaverse

So. I have a Big Thing to say.

I believe I am going to go into archaeology.

There is so much bouncing around in my head right now, I can't get it out. I start to type one thing and end up finishing the sentence somewhere else. Mom went "wha???" and Dad said "Cool," which was pretty much what I'd expected.

I'm now sitting here trying to figure out how I can still graduate in the next two years despite coming to this so late. It's scary. I've taken the sociology/anthropology intro course, so that's something, at least. I still want to study aboard at some point, so that will have to be worked in. My advisor's an English prof, but hopefully she'll be able to point me in the direction of some soan faculty for help.

This is very strange. On the one hand I am freaking out because what, what the hell am I doing? On the other hand, I'm comforted by the thought that I have a Plan, which, no matter how I love English, it never gave me. Not a plan I felt able to follow through on, anyway.

But this, I think I can actually do this. I hope I can do this.

OMG JUST TELL ME I DON'T HAVE TO GO TO GRAD SCHOOL IN TEXAS OR A CAROLINA.