Chelsz

I love having a job I can just leave when there’s nothing on the calendar. Oh, coffees out? I’m out.

I forget bluesky exists until I’m talking with Jon and my brain is randomly like oh hey remember that app.

I like ending class with a simple “Thank you for visiting my channel. Make sure to like and subscribe.”

What I’m hearing is you need someone to bring you out for a celebratory dinner.

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!! 🔥

My inbox always being full of, “professor, did you see this?”, semesters after they took my class.. is one of my best teaching accomplishment’s 🏺

Is being in your 30s sleeping till 8:20 on your day off and feeling like you slept in?

Hahahahah this is the best way you could have responded to this.

Watching my childhood best friend talk about qualitative research methods was healing in a way you’d only understand if you were us.

Mothers Day Camping The Great Spirit connects us to all, emphasizing the Earth as our nurturing Mother. Life’s beauty is reflected in nature and its elements, showcasing our gratitude and interconnectedness.

Made a gallery from when I went Mother’s Day camping with my kiddo and college friends #photography

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If we got end of life stats, I’d want mine to tell me how many times I explained what anthropology was in my life 🏺

I asked them how they knew it was mine.. to which they said

“Duh, I’d see a mason jar of black coffee anywhere and assume it’s yours”

I can’t believe they didn’t tell me 😭😭😭

Yesterday I went to wash my hands before serving food..

As I turned the corner in the hallway, there it was.. my missing coffee.. sitting alone on a counter.

When I walked back in and informed my students I found it they were dumbfounded..

“Yeah we saw it, we thought you meant to leave it there”

This has truly been such a beautiful semester. I always cry when I read the end of semester reflections I have the students write. I wanted to be an anthropologist because I knew anthropology could be my tool for positively impacting others.. and as I read their words, I can see how right I was.

For my module on Public Anthropology, I asked my students to create something that said “we were here, we existed together this semester, and this is what we want you to know”. Then I stepped back and watched as they created.

It was beautiful 🏺

I did not know being a professor would mean being perceived so much.

A student asked if I liked the coffee I was drinking. I’m like well, since you asked, no, but why lol

She’s like while it’s usually slightly darker.

They know what kind of black my black coffee normally is????? 🏺

I think at this point, I can put “professional emergency contact” on my resume.. I also need to stop taking new clients.

I read my poetry at an open mic last night to a bunch of strangers.

That was so lovely.

I’m not sure any amount of yoga or meditation is going to calm my nerves for my interview today.. but I’ll keep trying loool

While getting into my car I was informed by a man in the parking lot that I was parked in the faculty parking lot.

I said “I know” and carried about my business.

I need like a wrinkle or something in the shape of “not a student” on my forehead.

She’s literally the best.

#beagle #photography

Worm.

I never knew ordering 500 worms was going to be so fun.

When the doctor says I have the posture of a professional dancer and I’m like nahh it’s yoga 🧘

Just got stitches for the first time and all I could think about was when my bestie dropped a shampoo bottle on her toe in like the 7th grade and had to get stitches from her dad before school that morning. Brains are weird.

The bigger question we should be asking is: Why are Trump officials using Signal for their communications instead of formal, traceable channels?

The answer seems clear — to avoid transparency.

It’s like being interested in someone that puts you on the back burner. Like you’re good enough, they’re not getting rid of you just in case.. but they’re only going to date you if the other dude breaks their heart first.

The Day My Students Exiled a Thief Over Peppa and How We End Up With Billionaires in Charge Note: All student names and identifying details have been changed. A Sought-After Pig “WHERE IS PEPPA PIG” my students seemed to be collectively shouting. “THIEF! THIEF! THERE’S A THIEF!” someone y…

I gave my students ducks and beads.
They created a social hierarchy, exiled a thief, and tried rewarding the rich.
Peppa Pig was cursed.
Anthropology teaching, basically 🏺

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As an anthropologist, I recommend yams.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek