Dead or Alive

Hey all! It's been a while. I haven't been writing because...I dunno...figured I had nothing to write about. I've been all over the place emotionally and I think it's unwise to go on a rant when upset so I like to calm down. I'm trying to make changes in my life. I'm striving to get a new job because the one I am at I'm being verbally harassed by my manager and corporate doesn't want to do anything to help thier associates. A few of us are preparing to file with the state. It's sad when it has to come to that. People unable to be civilized, and I know I'm not the first or last to be harassed by this individual.



I've started a new train of thought in what I want to do with the rest of my life. In the beginning and for as long as I could remember (and my Mother has not let me forget this) I've wanted to be a doctor. Originally I had planned in double majoring so that I could go work/live in South America helping people medically and spiritually. Last sememster I took a foresnic anthropology class and felt completely comfortable with it. Maybe it was a premed kind of thing but what made it better was that we each had to do a project. To get off topic for a moment...I read this author Iris Johansen and she had a specific character she wrote about who was a forensic sculptor and I had always imagined being able to identify a person with just thier skull....to get back on track I decided that I would do my project in forensic sculpting. I got a skull from my professor and set to work. Actually I didn't actually begin my work until the Thanksgiving vacation week. I was sitting there using identifying markers to determine age, sex, and ethnicity. As it turned out the person I was giving a face to was a 40+ woman with heavy asian ancestery. I measured tissue depth and gave this woman a face. It was so fulfilling and I had so much pride. I was able to give closure to a family. Other factors that one considers when doing a this was COD (cause of death) and I believe mine had died of natural causes or causes that can't be determined by just the skull. There was so many indicators that when I was explaining it to my grandmother (because I was doing this on her kitchen table :) )she asked, look at all this inticiate work, how could there not be a God with this beautiful design?



So now the question remains: Why am I going to school? To eventually work with the living or work with the dead?