Hmmm, Being Bored Out of My Mind is the New Black

Since this is my first post, I should backtrack and tell a little bit about myself. I am a single black female living in the South. This single black female is not quite past her expiration date, but is not long for seeing the sunny side of being put on a dusty shelf. But! There is always a but----thank God for youthful, oily (most of the time way too oily and acne-spotted) skin. I can always count on being carded and mistaken for being at least seven to ten years younger than I am.

In our economic times of woe and my lack of a full-time job, I decided in recent months that it was the perfect time to complete a graduate degree in Public History. Now, many would say, 'what, pray, is Public History? Do you plan to teach?' Heavens no! I do not plan to teach! You see, Public History is history outside of the academic setting. It is the applied discipline of history. Think of your favorite museum---ok, you don't have one, well, think of someone that acquires the fossils and artifacts of King Tutankamen for the Field Museum of Natural History in Chicago or a consultant for policy makers. Anyway, I think you get the idea. I plan to move on to bigger and better things.

You see, I live here in a moderate-sized city, but hardly a booming metropolis on the Gulf Coast of Florida. It is one of the oldest settlements in the United States, but fails to act like it. This town behaves as if its only about 70-100 years old and part of the Southern, toothpick-chewing, good 'ol boy network instead of behaving like a town with a 450-year history full of diversity, intrigue, culture, and variety that could be seen at the turn of the twentieth century. So, ladies and gentleman, I am not long for this place and plan to fly the coop as soon as this graduate school nonsense is complete!