On Self, Family, and Throwing Rocks Off Cliffs

I began my first blog post with the confession that I’m not very good at processing change, and that up until the last minute, doing archaeology in Turkey felt entirely unreal—something that was going to happen to some other Catherine, not me. But for some reason,...

Summer Camp for Grown-Ups

I’d like to begin this blog post with the caveat that I am not a “real” adult in any shape or form; I can barely make easy mac for myself, have to coach myself through every phone call that is not to a family member, and answer every question of, “So, what do you want...

Fear Factor Breakfast

I expected to face many trials on this archaeological expedition– scorching heat, demanding physical labor, awkward farmer’s tans—but Turkish bees never crossed my mind. “Bees?” you may ask, “what’s so bad about bees? If you don’t bother them, they won’t bother...

Slaving Away

When I first decided to take this course, I knew that I would be immersed in ancient history, but it was only during this past week that I realized the extent to which that this was possible. In attempts to work on wall preservation, I re-enacted the process that the...

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

Mentally preparing myself for new experiences is not one of my strong suits– even if I have been planning something for months and months, I can’t accept that it will be my reality until it’s right in my face. This is exactly what happened when...