It’s been about a month since I last posted on here. Time flies; to think that I only have four weeks left of the semester-and next week barely even counts-is crazy. I’m in love with Minneapolis and my school and I couldn’t imagine myself anywhere else at this time in my life. If only I knew what the heck to major in!!!!!
I got a job working as a barista which has always been something I’ve wanted to do, so that’s cool, the only downfall is that it’s at a Caribou downtown and the commute is about an hour of different types of public transportation and skyway walking for shifts that start at about 6 or 7a.m. That part is a little rough, but I feel like I experience an entirely different world being outside at that time of morning. Thankfully it hasn’t been painfully cold yet.
The temperature definitely has dropped a lot since my last post, but it’s still not too cold. I’ve adjusted to a point where once the temperature goes above 40 degrees I am ready to wear shorts and short sleeves, so I guess that that can kind of describe the temperature. The only part of the weather that is a bother is the wind because the wind can make it feel 10+ degrees colder than it actually is, but then again, that’s how weather works when you’re up north and somewhere that’s super flat.
For the majority of the semester, I have been working on a community service based requirement for my English class where I tutor Somali immigrants in English, math, or working towards gaining the citizenship here in the U.S. I love this so much that it doesn’t feel like a requirement, even though this is another day with an early morning. I love that so far I have been able to balance my schoolwork, work, and volunteering and making a difference in people in the communities’ lives.
After Thanksgiving, I have a lot of work cut out for me to finish all of my projects/prepare for finals. I am most excited about the work that I have to put into my Anthropology project because I feel like it’s probably the most sophisticated thing I’ve ever had to put together for school. I had to formulate an ethnographic research question and then write a relatively large article (essay) on it. My question that I came up with was “How do Somali immigrants use art to represent their cultural identity in Minneapolis?” I then have a follow-up question relating to the boundaries that the Islamic faith presents to the visual arts, but the fun part has been traveling all over the city in order to find murals painted by Somali artists that portray what life was like back in Somali with the Civil War going on and then taking pictures of the murals and finding the coordinates as a “mapping” ethnographic tool. I also have to conduct some interviews with people of the younger and older generations about their views of how art relates to religion, but overall, I feel really cool and official doing this. I’ve met with my professor a few times and she seems to be really impressed with what all I’ve come up with and anticipates reading my paper, which is also really cool but puts a lot of pressure on me.
Back to Thanksgiving, I have to head back home on Wednesday, which I have unbalanced mixed feelings about. I am really only planning on spending time with my dogs and not leaving the house at all. I love my family, but the majority of them have already come to visit me so seeing them again isn’t going to be some crazy reunion. I have no plans to see anyone that I once knew from school except maybe two people. I have not kept in touch with essentially anyone from high school, and I love it. I have built such a cool life independently for myself here in Minneapolis and don’t want anyone from my old life to get in the way of this one. I don’t want to have the potential for things of the past to interfere with the present because I’m home. It’s complicated, but Minneapolis has done so many great things for me and I have (almost) full control over how my life goes and who gets to be my friend here and going home messes that up. Thankfully I’m only going home for five days, so winter break will be another story. So far it looks like I won’t have to be home for too long during that break.
On to what to do with my life.
Why is this so hard? Why do I like so many things??? My only barriers here are that I don’t want to be a teacher (unless it’s maybe a professor but that’s a lot of school) and I can’t major in anything that needs me to take a bunch of sciences as pre-reqs or get up to a high level of calc, all because I’ll be a senior before I can even take classes related to whatever my major might be. I know I would love to do something relating to Earth and the environment but it can’t be earth science or environmental science because chem and physics and that’s a no. I might take on a “sustainability studies” minor though because I can get through that.
I constantly float around anthropology, history, and geography, but can’t find the one that I really want to pursue. I know that I still have time since I’m only a freshman (but actually a sophomore in credits after December 15th) and want to graduate school so I don’t need to know my career for sure right when I graduate. Right now I’m in an anthro class, an English class, and a journalism class and none of them really shout out to me as if they’re my calling, so honestly, who knows what I’ll do.
I can’t wait for all of the questions I’ll get asked about my major/what I want to do with my life at Thanksgiving. Haha.
My schedule for next semester is going to be a blow because I’m just trying to knock out the rest of my lib-ed’s. Yay.
That’s about all that I’ve got for now, so in the end, I’m just really excited to see my dog on Wednesday.