Victoria

  In the past semester, I have a course call “Workshop I: what the anthropologist does”, basically it teaches you what is (and does) an anthropologist thought the experience of multiple and diverse professionals. We read about them, listened what they wanted to share with us and finally with the professors we pondered. What I more enjoyed was the very different ways and professionals that one can be and do one you graduate. And with that I learned too that anthropology is not a limited career, depending on what do you like and inspire you, is the road you can follow. (And obviously other factors like employability and the use for society defines you, but that is not the point). Honestly, I really wasn't expecting this from the course, I imagined something more serious or technical like Workshop II that is very serious and technical. I wasn´t expecting a course that is principally reflexive.

 Well, the major that I’m doing is very diverse and ample. So the impact that can have in the world depends on it. But basically, the mention of Social anthropology, can affect in public politics, communities that doesn’t have a lot of voice, and help to understand our own society and culture and members. Archaeology help our humanity to preserve some things of the past that are really important, to remember and learn from it. Without it, we couldn’t know a lot of the vestiges of the first humans, or humans before us. Physic anthropology for the other hand, is really good to help us to know about the evolution in our species and revel secrets inscribed in old bones. I only imagine myself in this major If I know that I can help other people through my knowledge. And I believe that its have the method to do it. Due to the intersectionality and breadth it has.

 This picture means a lot to me, because it shows my now dead great-grandmother and grandmother very happy, and also my aunt, uncle and mother when they looked very young.  I like pictures when people who I love and care are young and free. It puts meaning to their life now, specially because we only know a little peace of their life and is hard to imagine them when their were kids, and just life their life without us.  I find it interesting too.  I don’t really know the story behind, I believe that not even my family remember when it was toked. They said that it was summer, and that they were enjoying summer. But the history behind the why it end in my hands is a little more sad and beautiful.  The day that my grandmother (the one in the picture) die, the last words that she said to me was that I have to take care of hers pictures. And that is what I do now. Take care of memories. Take care of the past.