Feb 7 2013

We’ve got 99 days and Commencement is one.

Hey all-

Today marks 99 days until Commencement. It’s a very bittersweet feeling. While I’ve had an amazing time over the past four years here in Bristol, I’m ready for a new challenge, a new adventure, and a new location. Which is why I’m super stoked I’ve been offered admission to four grad schools in the UK (UCL, Goldsmiths, Royal Holloway, and Queen Mary)! While I’m still waiting to hear from some more schools in the US, Canada, and a few more in England, getting in somewhere is an amazing feeling. I remember getting my acceptance letter to Roger Williams and how that changed my life- allowing me to spend the past four years with an amazingly dedicated faculty, an incredibly welcoming student body, and be a part of a truly spectacular campus community. Hopefully, in deciding my plans for postgraduate study, I can find a place like Roger Williams to engage my mind, body, and spirit. I’ll keep you posted, as I should know definitively what I’m doing in May.

I’m taking a slightly less intense semester (this is the first time in a while I haven’t taken 6 classes), as I’m only in three traditional courses that take place in the classroom. I’m also engaged in two independent studies- the first, being my political science thesis (something to do with libertarianism, still hammering out the deets) and the other being run through the Community Partnership Center, doing research on maritime history at Bristol’s own Herreshoff Museum. It’ll be an interesting experience, putting my theoretical skills as a historian into practice- digging through archives, doing independent research, and potentially finding something groundbreaking.

Spring semester is definitely in full swing with events- two that I’m particularly looking forward to are Senior Pub Night and Steak and Ale Night. And I can’t not mention Commencement Ball… I’m really just in awe that I’m a senior in college. I feel like I usually mention the passage of time in each of my blogs, but am just dumbfounded that four years have nearly elapsed.

My friends and I are making plans for careers, future study, and real life is imminent. When did we get so old? Somewhere between nap time and writing my thesis I guess…



Oct 22 2012


I’m really slacking as the senior blogger…

Every time I want to sit down to update y’all on my life, something stops me. Thesis, a quiz, thesis, an article to write, thesis…you get the idea.

Surprisingly, from a mass of tangentially related, far-flung sources, my thesis has begun to congeal into a kind of cool, readable piece of academic work.

My job as a research assistant for the History Department has seen a jump in excitement from copy maker to hard core researcher. I’m currently working on two research projects with two different professors: one tracks the chronological development of the History Department at RWU while the other examines the revolutionary art of Latin America and its influence on revolutionary art in the Arab Spring. Next semester, I’ll also be working with the Hershoff Maritime Museum in Bristol doing some archival stuff. It’s almost like I’m a historian. Hmm..

It’s difficult to believe that September is gone and October is quickly slipping away. Anyone that knows me knows that fall is absolutely my favorite season. The weather, the leaves, and pumpkin flavored everything make autumn the best.  And the air is charged with potential, with the opportunity for change around every corner. With mid-terms behind me, it’s becoming increasingly difficult not to think about the future.

Grad school apps are coming along. GREs are officially scheduled for November 6th. Remember how in high school, teachers were like, “Math is important. You’re going to need it,” and then you kind of scoffed and rolled your eyes. Well, if you plan on taking the GREs, you should listen to them. As someone who despises math with 60% of my being, I am not looking forward to that ordeal.

This week I did something scary. I planned my Spring 2013 schedule in the usual fashion (color-coded Excel spreadsheet) and I realized that I was planning my last semester at Roger Williams. Ever. Like…never again would I plan on taking a class here.

Cue quarter-life crisis.

Excuse me while I dry heave and cry in a corner,