Hello, readers! My graduate application process is almost finished, so I am resuming my posts on here. Tomorrow (Friday the 17th) will be a History Weekend post.
Regarding my applications, I’ve been accepted into UMass Amherst, Boston University, and Columbia University, for a Master’s Degree in Preservation Studies/Historic Preservation. I’m also on the wait-list for University of San Francisco’s Museum Studies program, and I’m still waiting to here back from Marist College’s Museum Studies program at Florence, Italy. In April, I have to decide on the US school I will attend, and I will apply to a Master’s program in Preservation and Heritage Studies jointly taught at Brandenburg Technical University Cottbus-Senftenburg in Germany and Helwan University in Egypt.
So, exciting things await!
Well, this is it. I’ve graduated. Time to face the big, mean world. For a year. I plan to start grad school next fall. But, in the mean time, it means finding work, getting a car, paying off student loans. At this point I’m still processing it all, so I don’t have anything profound to say. God has blessed me with an intellect and mind for academia, a state to support someone like me who cannot afford to pay much for education, and loving family and friends to support me. For those who want to know, I got a 3.898 GPA. Not too bad. I’ve got some posts coming up, if I can tear myself away from Wikipedia.
So one of the courses I’m taking this semester is Public/Engaged Anthropology, which is exploring how to involve communities at all levels of anthropology, from helping design research questions to producing the final publications to distributing the information. Thursday this past week I heard a guest lecture from Whitney Battle-Baptiste, a black feminist archaeologist (meaning she’s a black feminist archaeologist, and she does black feminist focused archaeology). She explained that for years she resisted the label feminist, because most of the African-American community views feminism as anti-family, anti-men, and fairly self-centered. And she eventually came to the realization that it’s not. Sure, their are feminists who might fall under those labels, but most do not. Battle-Baptiste stressed that “feminism” really is “feminisms” – it’s the idea of listening to multiple voices and allowing multiple viewpoints to be expressed. Her admission of this struggle helped me, because this is something I’ve struggled with. Since working at the Susan B. Anthony Birthplace Museum last summer, I’ve struggled with whether I should call myself a feminist. As a man coming from a white, conservative, Christian perspective, “feminism” came to me with a lot of negative connotations, just like it did for Battle-Baptiste. But I certainly support equal political and social rights for women. I support equal political and social rights for everyone, actually. And I love studying issues of gender, class, and social interactions. Therefore, I’m proud to say: I’m a feminist.
I made this declaration a few days ago on Facebook, with the hashtag #letthefiringsquadcommence. A lot of interesting conversations sprang up, and I think (as I expected) I sparked some controversy from some of my other conservative-minded friends. So my question is: What does feminism mean to you?
Just a quick update on what’s going on. I’m busy studying at UMass Amherst. About a month ago I went on UMass Cru’s Fall Retreat, which was quite fun. I did things like blacklight dodgeball, a theme party, and a really awesome men’s time where we did very manly things like starting fires, javelin throwing, picnic table racing, and canoeing. My team sunk our canoe, but we were only 30 feet from the island, so we swam the canoe back, dumped it out, and set out again back to the camp. Oh, all of this was in beautiful New Hampshire, at Camp Spofford.
Back at UMass, I’m preparing for grad school applications. I’m thinking to apply for either the coming spring 2015 semester or the fall 2015 semester.
So, that’s all for now. I’m posting an old assignment from German class last semester, so be sure to check it out!