So as many of you know, in May I graduated with a Masters in European History. Boom. Killed it. Was nearly killed myself, but also, it. Done. And now, I am in the third week of a six week archaeological field school in Jamestown Virginia. Which I would also kill, if it hadn't been dead for a few centuries already. I mean, basically I'm Indiana Jones. Friday I escaped a cursed tomb and last Wednesday I infiltrated a Nazi stronghold. Unlike some people , though, I happened to NOT destroy a ton of priceless artifacts, which will, possibly eventually, actually end up in the museum so desperately advocated for. Just kidding. Sort of. There are some things I can't tell you without killing you. I'm sure this comes as a massive shock to everyone but archaeology is not, in fact, like a certain temple-destroying menace (I do have a trowel, though, which is kind of threatening if I use it right?). Thank goodness for that, though, because that seems like it would involve a