Here at the End of All Things

Let me start by saying that this class turns so much of what defines a typical college course on its head. Let me explain. Basically any given college course has an explicit, well-defined focus. If you decide to take an organic chemistry class, you know you’re going...

Memories

So I have been sitting, staring at my computer for awhile now, struggling to come up with something to write about for this final blog post. I know that I have learned a lot and that I have changed as a person, but it is too soon and too close. I haven’t had a chance...

This Ending is Only the Beginning

A year ago, if someone told me that I would spend five weeks in Turkey excavating a Roman acropolis with a team of American students, I would have laughed in that person’s face. I never thought that would be me. When I was younger, I dreamed of being an archaeologist...

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,...

Last Day in Gazipasa

Now that my month at Antiochia ad Cragum is over, can I call myself a ‘real’ archaeologist? Ever since I was little, archaeology has fascinated me. I loved imagining how ancient peoples, with daily lives so different from mine, accomplished their daily...

Reflections & Advice

    These last 5 weeks have gone by so quickly, and I’m just so happy that I got to be here, having the experience of doing archaeology in Turkey. I’ve learned so much about the process of excavation, preservation, and documentation, and I think...

Driving

Driving. Driving or riding in a car in Turkey is an experience everyone should try before they die, whether or not it brings the time of the shucking of the mortal coil closer. It is an exhilarating feeling, to know that at any point in time there is nothing between...

The lengths I will go to dive

During the average dig day, you are often faced with nothing but a lot of dirt in front of you.  This monotonous work often leaves you with the natural desire for human connection, which can lead you through a whole spectrum of conversation with anyone who may be...

Poetry in the Trenches

There once was a trench of three Which was called AC2E There was Anders the bitch And Marja the witch And Liza who liked to go pee Humid Turkish heat Makes our trench very sweaty I need a shower With trowel in hand Clear away the ancient dirt Sweat rolls off my brow I...

Getting there

A man can only take so much. Only so much slogging through contaminated fill, only finding so many topkek wrappers and redbull cans in an otherwise ancient site before he cracks. Luckily, despite engaging in over 3 weeks of both of those things, I have not yet...