Why are we here?

That is NOT an existential question. Not here. Not yet. Who knows if I even get that far? Right now my only intention is to introduce myself and the purpose of this blog.

My name is Deanna. I am at the beginning of my last semester of my university career. It's both exciting and terrifying because I am in complete and total control of my destiny, or whatever it is that they say. You can go ahead and take that literally. I only need three more anthropology classes of my choosing before I graduate with a BA in Biology and Anthropology. Therefore I choo-choo-choose <insert picture of a train here> ANTH 397 aka The Archaeology of Death.

(side-note: Do you have any idea how many senior anthropology courses are offered at UVIC?! It's insane. Like a walk-in-closet of opportunity, with styles for EVERYONE. I implore you to check out the biology options.. or don't. They're not that thrilling.)

I'm excited for this course, not only because it comes highly recommeded (thank you, Tessah), but also for the mystery and intrigue it exuuuuudes. My curiosity and yearn to learn (sorry, lame) have me entirely stoked for what's to come. Not to mention my affinity towards anything self-reflective and written. I'm in scholar's heaven! This blog is the means by which myself (and the rest of the class) intend to mull over topics relating to death, burial rituals, spirituality across cultures... The list is endless. Eternal, if you will.

Here are some things that define me: I am a middle child. I am Calgarian. I read for fun. I do other things for fun, too, but I think admitting a love of books says something about a person. I do things outdoors. I'm good at adventures. I listen to a lot of music. I'm impressed by people that work with their hands. I work in a restaurant serving burgers and beer to people and I love every minute of it because I'm a people person. I laugh. A LOT. I am very close with my family and have a very solid network of friends. I guess I firmly believe in that stupid cliche that every girl seems to have tattooed on her foot. Some combination of one-syllable L-words. LIVE LAUGH LOVE.. LEARN... whatever. But I would never get it tattooed. Anywhere. For the record.