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so apparently, arturo escobar teaches at the university of north carolina chapel hill.
and NO ONE really thought that this was worth mentioning to me, even given all the hours i've logged recently searching for the perfect grad school. and all the hours i've logged following my favorite professors around saying, "where should i go to grad school? what do you think of the university of kentucky? is it going to hurt me that the department chair has a Ph.D. from IU and there's that whole institutional snobbery towards IUPUI thing? where should i go to grad school? what's a good program? where should i go to grad school? what's a personal statement?"
out of all of that, i got - the university of memphis (to which i am applying, if for no other reason than southern accent + jacob grace) and indiana university.
arturo escobar (who is the only anthropologist whose work i've read regularly and eagerly and consistently when assigned it and also when not) aside, unc chapel hill has a really freaking cool graduate program, about which reading sort of made my heart hitch. in the good way. in the six days of stubble and flared jeans way. in the qdoba nachos and cold beer way. in the colonial gardens way.
and no-one said a word. it might be nice to live within driving distance of an ocean again. which got me thinking (and just thinking) about how i've been limiting my possibilities. so i started over again, with a broader scope of imagination. i may be getting a little big for my britches, but...brown! columbia! nyu! holy FREAKING CRAP, MAN. these programs all look amazing.
everything is so good! i've actually been breathing in excited little bursts of hot air, like i'm running a marathon or watching porn!
i can't wait to email arturo freaking escobar!
and this is what it comes to, partly because the ivy league has never impressed me just for being ivy league or vice versa: it doesn't really matter what the school is or where it's located, as long as i'm happy and successful and studying the one thing about which i've maintained a passion longer than six months. the university of kentucky and the university of memphis (and yes, maybe...just maybe unc chapel hill) are eagerly awaiting the remainder of my application materials, and i eagerly await the end of this year.
anthropology! it's gold!
(p.s. i don't actually watch porn, dr. escobar. if you googled your name and somehow stumbled upon this, i mean all of this in the most sincere, mature and flattering way possible. do you need a new research assistant?)
Labels: When I grow up
posted by lindsay at 15:31 ::
4 Comments:
You know, I said to myself when I ran into you this morning: "Wow, she's either been running a marathon or watching porn."
But grad school, OK, I can see that; that's good too.
By 
, at
12:25 AM
Can I move to NC with you? It's better than being Jersey dykes...
By , at
8:32 PM
chapel hill is an amazing place... you should really consider it. NC is beautiful, and there is so much live music and culture. i have actually been considering moving there eventually.
In a Qdoba nachos and a cold beer way? That, my little lady, is a serious hitch in the heart! Love you!
By , at
7:44 PM