Life of Hattie

Tonight I spent over an hour learning about the fine art of chipping stone. 

Chipping stone. 

Taking a piece of stone and breaking off pieces. 

1 hour and 20 minutes of stone chipping

I was expected to take notes on this lecture and in a month or so I will have to take a test on the subject. 

This is all because I decided to take a class on archaeology. I had to take an anthropology course. But, by the time I realized this there were very few options of classes and even less that fit my schedule. 

I used to want to be an archaeologist so bad. I love history and I love digging in dirt. I figured that with these two loves a career in archaeology would be perfect. There may also have been a huge crush on Indiana Jones that was influential as well. 

Those are the reason I signed up for a class that ended up being about breaking pieces of rock. 

This is what I was hoping for:

This is a super sexy Indiana Jones.

I ended up getting this:

This is chert, it is a sedimentary rock.


So, I learned some lessons:
1.Sexy people don't become archaeologists.
2.  Archaeology is not nearly as exciting as in the movies.
3. Nothing is as exciting as what is in the movies.
4. I am not a big fan of studying rocks.
 5. I don't have even the smallest desire to chip rocks.
6. This class is a waste of time.
7. I am even more excited to graduate than I was before.

Did you even know there is a right and a wrong way to break apart a piece of rock?

There is.