Forensic Adventures

Ok, so my nervousness this morning, as usual, was unnecessary. No introductions enforced. We just watched two videos with some questions to answer. It was very fascinating. The whole time I learn anything in this class I have this mental comparison to see if this is something I could do, want to do, and is for me. I just get nervous more than anything and it's just fucking retarded of me. I need to stop killing my own dreams! I've finally come to the conclusion that of the four subdisciplines within anthropology [linguistics, physical/biological, cultural, and archaeology] that I want to go into physical anthropology. All of which involves the actual biology of human, the anatomy and all that good stuff. That's what fascinates me the most, and I've always known that but now I have more knowledge of all the subfields and feel right with that choice. The only thing that kinda kills me is that my current undergoing of a BA in anthropology is only the beginning of school for me. Graduate school is where I actually have to dig deeper into what ever subdiscipline of my likeness. So...yeah, more school. I kind of dread the idea, or more so the money that will accumulate here. Maybe I won't continue at ASU, that idea is actually more thrilling. I'll have to research into physical anthropology specializing schools. I want to be a badass at this, that's it, that will be my goal damnit!
Anyways, back to the actual class. We had to wait in the hallway for some time since the classroom was locked. So at the opposite end from where I was arrived this cute dreaded boy that instantly caught my attention and me, probably doing the same for him. He continued to stare at me for probably the whole 10-15 minutes of being there. While I was trying to concentrate on the words coming from the professor, I could just feel this nervousness wash over me even more. She was handing out some readings we will be doing over the course of the semester. One reading is of vampire myths, or specifically the fact that these myths are universal in every culture and where they actually stemmed from. From actual decomposition of human bodies, that's where! I'm fucking excited to read that one. The dreaded boy, named Marshall, found a way to ask me if those were Alex Grey eyes on my arm and proceeded to tell me that his friend had gone to the Alex Grey museum in New York. That was the end of that conversation and he took a seat directly behind me, I could be wrong but I was pretty sure he watched me for most of the hour and forty minutes of that class. Afterwards I was first out of the room he kind of skipped through the hallway to get past me and asked me if I was an anthro major and some details regarding that. He is an anthro major as well. As we got outside he asked how long I was working on my dreads. I responded proudly with their age of 3 days. His were a year old and I reached out to feel their thick hardness [pun intended]. We then talked a little bit about dreads and he said I did a good job and all that jazz. We then parted ways, it's gonna be an interesting next 5 weeks. The really funny thing was, since these are new dreads to me, I'm getting accustomed to the look and I was a little worried I'd be too "out there" for my class. But the second he arrived I felt instantly relieved. Woot for dread clubs!
Next week we will do a lab and watch another video. My stress for this class is subsiding to the previous feeling of excitement. More forensic adventures to come!