Well friends, I think I have chosen the wrong major.

So far I have hated both the major subjects I have undertaken while I have loved the archaeology, which technically I shouldn't be taking @ all. I see a messy change on my horizon.

Last assignment, on calibration [which I do not understand
@ all!] I scored higher than the class average, mostly due, I think, to the fact the essay question I actually understood, enjoyed reading about & could talk about sensibly rather than reverting to the good old Aussie standbyes of those whatchmacallits, thingyamy~bobs & do~dads. I also finally got a tut where I felt I could contribute sensibly. What's not to love about finding hippo teeth & ostrich eggs on the bottom of the ocean?

Mind you, our main lecturer has the terrifying habit of running his tuts by asking questions & as is to be expected we have all rather been stunned mullet. No~one ever wants to be in the firing line. Boats, however, I understand, simply because I have had to deal with them all my life & if you won't put a proper keel on the jolly thing it's bound to sink like a stone in more than a trickle of a breeze. I waxed quite lyrical.

As I've been pretty silent up to this point I think I shocked everyone. But what on earth does one do with an archaeology degree. And I thought an English major was bad!