{"id":1358,"date":"2015-08-03T14:14:19","date_gmt":"2015-08-03T19:14:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pages.stolaf.edu\/antiochia2014\/?p=1358"},"modified":"2015-08-03T14:14:19","modified_gmt":"2015-08-03T19:14:19","slug":"a-day-in-the-trench","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pages.stolaf.edu\/antiochia2014\/2015\/08\/03\/a-day-in-the-trench\/","title":{"rendered":"A Day in the Trench"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>4:55 AM\u2014 My alarm goes off before the sun has risen. I get up five minutes earlier than the other girls in the room so I can get a spot in the bathroom. Once we\u2019re all up the six of us shuffle around each other with half-opened eyes, sniffing our dig clothes and cringing as we put on suspiciously brown shirts.<br \/>\n5:30 AM\u2014 I try and nonchalantly make my way to the front of the bus line to ensure I get a seat. We don\u2019t have quite enough seats on the bus to the dig site so there are always a lucky few who get to stand for the half hour ride. I promptly fall asleep for the entire ride.<br \/>\n6:00AM\u2014 It\u2019s breakfast time and I sit down at a long table outside, overlooking our beautiful acropolis and a view of misty Guney mountains. And then the bees arrive. They have figured out that every morning a large feast is set just for them, and boy have they told their friends. Their morning courting ritual begins as they gently buzz around Anders\u2019 lips. Perhaps today will be the day when he finally eats a bee. Alas, no such luck.<br \/>\n7:00 AM\u2014 On the acropolis we start the day by taking levels, seeing how far we brought our trench down the previous day. Then it\u2019s back to work, picking and shoveling and picking and shoveling.<br \/>\n9:23 AM\u2014 Howe comes to check on us and calls us the Filthy Five. We discuss theories about our trench and make jokes which are unsuited for this blog.<br \/>\n10:00 AM\u2014 Break! I eat an entire tube of cookies.<br \/>\n10:45 AM\u2014 Kirby and Ben talk in their Family Guy voices and everyone is slightly creeped out.<br \/>\n11:30 AM\u2014 Time for bucket duty, which means I get to throw buckets of dirt off the side of a mountain, a weirdly satisfying task.<br \/>\n1:00 PM\u2014The sound of a whistle brings a kind of euphoria that comes from finishing a day of hard, physical work. I head down the hill, trying my hardest not to trip on the rocky path. The end of the day means lunch, which my stomach always sharply reminds me of.<br \/>\n1:15 PM\u2014 I eat the most delicious Turkish food that Aisha, our cook, makes on a hot plate in the depot. Lunch is one of the happiest moments of the day. After hours of hot sun and physical labor, sitting down and drinking a cold glass of water feels absolutely luxurious.<br \/>\n2:00 PM\u2014 By two we\u2019re on the bus, back to the dig house, with Ozgur and Murat taking pictures of their friends who have fallen asleep on the ride back. We pull up to the dig house and someone inevitably says \u201cHome sweet home!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>And there you have it, a day in the trench.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>4:55 AM\u2014 My alarm goes off before the sun has risen. I get up five minutes earlier than the other girls in the room so I can get a spot in the bathroom. 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