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An Unexpected Turn, and the Frustration with Contacting Professors

Well, the job is going swellily. We get quite a bit time off inbetween jobs, and I’m just ending my second week off. I’m finding it kinda hard to stay entertained, and yet keeping an eye out for a source of income that would help me stay home more often than not. Mostly just something I could do in-between jobs. I still keep hoping I can make a small living off of video games, but try as I might, that remains to be seen.

Anywho, the ol’ boyfriend up and decided that he wants to get out of the military and go to the University of Wyoming. Which is FANTASIC news, in a way. I’m a bit tired of being told where to go – it gets exhausting pretending to like an area that isn’t up your alley.

If we follow through with this, I will be over the moon. UWyo is my top choice for grad school. I love Wyoming, they have a fantastic geophysics department, and one of the professors research is exactly what I’m interested in. The problem is, I can’t get him to respond to my emails. I’ve only sent 3, and they’ve been spaced out enough to not feel like they were bombarding him, but just friendly reminders like “Hey! I know you’re busy, but just in case you meant to get back to me and forgot, I’m still here!” (Not in those exact words, but that’s what I was aiming for.)  We are planning a trip to the University next month, and it’s driving me up the wall that the professor hasn’t gotten back to me. I want to know if he’ll be available any time in June, because I will make sure I’m there the same time he is so he can at least see my face and possibility remember me.

Then there’s the possibility that we move there, and I don’t get into the grad program. Then what? I don’t know if I should talk to other professors in different areas of study and hope I find one that sticks just to attend the university, but I feel like that’s what’s going to happen if I don’t get ahold of the guy I’d rather work with.

The last email I sent was two weeks ago now, explaining that I will be at the University in June, driving all the way from Michigan just to see the department, and I would like to know if he’s going to be around. I also said this is the last email I’m sending before I attempt to call your office. I have no idea if this is the acceptable thing to do or not. I don’t know if I should call the department office first and get the skinny. Maybe the guy is in the hospital? But I feel I could have found that information somewhere on the internet. Trust me, I google-fu’d the hell out of this guy.

I figure I would wait a week or two after graduation so that he can get the break I no doubt he needs, and possibly be more receptive to talking. I’m probably stressing out too much about this, because grad school wouldn’t even happen until Fall 2017. I also have no idea how far ahead I should be trying schmoozle. I do know that I’ll be actually studying for the GRE this time.

Well….thanks for reading, guys. I know I don’t update that often, but thanks for sticking with me. Any advice would be appreciated.

 

Cheers!

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An update worth blogging for.

Well, I can finally say I’ve got my pinky toe in the door. I don’t know if it’s the right door, but it’s a door that wasn’t there before.

I landed an “intern” gig at a geophysical company. This past weekend was my first few days out in the grind. It’s…interesting. There’s not too much actual geology going on (not that I’m complaining), and I actually didn’t learn that there wouldn’t be until I was out there. It’s just acquiring information that gets to sent to someone who interprets it.

 

This particular gig meets most of the things I have been hoping for:

  • I get to travel a fair amount – so far, it’s been in OK places. The neat thing is that I’ll never really be in a city and that’s something I was actually hoping for. No cities for me, please!
  • My gas is paid for, my mileage is paid for, my incidentals are paid for. HELLO PER DIEM! Separate from mileage and gas by the way! This is  a new thing for me. It’s got me pumped. It’s got me addicted to being in the field. $40 a day just for showing up? On top of hourly? Yes, please – may I have another? Which leads me to –
  • Other than my boss and the observer (the guy who makes the program pick up the information) everyone is kinda…lazy. Because the pay is hourly, every tries to take their sweet ass time doing anything. Including driving 10 miles under the speed limit. Counting to five before taking off at a green stop light…annoying things like that. So it’s kinda not the toughest job in the world.
  • MAD MONEY! I got my first little taste of what it’s like in to work in the oil and gas industry. And of course, I’m hooked. Which is good because this leads me to the con list.

Cons:

  • Crazy hours! My schedule is 7am-7pm 7 days a week. Unless it’s rainy or too windy or too noisy…thus, the mad money!
  • I’m the only girl. It’s not that bad, but I do get tired of guys correcting themselves when they accidentally cuss around me. Just don’t be creepy and I’ll be happy. Otherwise, be crass or gross or whatever it is you do. I’m good.
  • Potential to be away from home for a very long time. One guy was telling me how he worked for 8 months straight one time…that’s crazy. I think I’d buy a travel trailer at that point.

 

This is exciting and I just started. The people I mainly work with are fantastic so far, and very accommodating! I’ll keep ya’ll updated with any new developments!

 

Cheers!

Get a Haircut and Get a Real Job

Okay, I know I promised somewhere that this would be a “life after college” blog. Here’s my first real chapter in “life after college”. It’s been a while since my last post because shit basically hit the fan. I sacrificed my B.S. degree to take a paid internship, and now have a B.A. in Geology. I moved from California to Michigan. I am now living in a state that I’ve never been to, let alone the time zone. I have no friends here. I have no connections. No networking opportunities. I have since had a BBQ blow up in my face, got rid of half of my belongings, and I am currently a part-time cashier at a grocery store.I am so desperate for friends, I made a missed connection post on Craigslist with a person who I asked where they got their shirt. No reply yet. sad face

So. I have complied a list of steps of what I have done, and what I expect to do, with some major venting in between. I hope that it works out in my favor, because that means it may help out someone else in the same position. Maybe they can learn from my mistakes. This is what I hope for. Ready for Step 1?

Step 1: Accept that the university you attended isn’t getting you in the place you wanted to be.

Yeah yeah, I know it totally sounds like I’m trying to place blame on anything but myself, but I’m really just looking at the facts here. The university I attended was very heavy on the “Just look for our alumni! They are all across America, you won’t have a problem!” Well, here I am. All the way across America, about 9 states away. Guess what? Nobody has ever heard of my university, and nor do they care about that university because guess what again? Nobody cares unless you have oil related classes, and mine didn’t have a single one. In fact, the university wanted us to sign something saying we would never involve ourselves in environment-destroying jobs.

Really though, you actually want me to hold off on paying for $50,000 worth of debt because it makes you look more environmentally friendly than other universities? Fuck off.

Also, I’m realizing that the department is more set up for pushing out “basic” geologists and funneling them into grad schools so that those schools can deal with giving us the experience we need to move up in the world. The professors, I eventually noticed, only went out of their way for students who also wanted to go into academia. Forget the ones who actually want to work after school. So at this point, I am going to be forced to go to grad school. Not that I have anything against grad school mind you, this is just what’s going to happen instead of finding even a mildly related job in my field. Unless I volunteer. Which brings me to Step 3.

But first…

Step 2: Take any god damned job you can get your hands on. Even if they are just place holders until you get that career you’re hoping for.

This is the place I’m at now. Say hello to your newest (and cutest!?) part-time cashier at your local grocery store. AWESOME use of my degree, right?

This is my life right now. Part-time cashiering at a very expensive, but large and REALLY SLOW, grocery store. Grasping at any opportunity to do anything productive. Anything but stand there. Anything but play with a rubber band for an hour, waiting for the next customer. Can I at least straighten the candy? Come on, let me leave my post!

Okay I’ll stop whining…here’s my point: This step sucks. This is the arguably the worst step. This part is so un-fulfilling and depressing. The part where everyone around you seems to be doing exactly what they went to school for. Universally…this part really sucks. This is the step that starts to make you feel worthless, your degree worthless, your rock collection doesn’t mean anything to you anymore…it’s gets sad. You get sad. But you just have to remember, don’t stop applying. Don’t be afraid to take a part time job or three just to get by. Don’t be afraid to drop those part time job like flies if anything better pops up (but don’t let them catch on to that…).

I’m going to side step real quickly and elaborate something about step 2.


Step 2 is dangerous. Step 2 is what scares me the most, because I am currently stuck on step 2. I really think Step 2 is where you can really get stuck in an endless cycle of shitty retail jobs for the rest of your life. This honestly applies to anyone, not just geology people of course. I am a good cashier, okay? I’ve done almost nothing but cashier jobs since I was 15. I worked through high school, and I worked after high school, and I worked through community college clear up until I went to university. I have almost 12 years of retail under my belt. Do you know what that gets me? Endless retail jobs. Not geology jobs.

I honestly thought that having any work experience would really help with finding geo work, because I know that there are fresh students with absolutely no work experience under their belt. I thought for sure that would be my leg-up. I thought for sure that showing I was able to work 3 different jobs with no days off for 4 months straight showed that I had drive, and was willing to do just about anything to hold a job….but it’s not enough. Thanks to the gas price crash, geologists with years of geology experience under their belts are taking any job they can get, thus leaving people like me competing with people like them.

I know that what I have now is not enough, and I am no longer competitive.I have come to terms that I have to take a different approach to this.

Cue Step 3


Step 3: Volunteer

Here is the next step I’m taking to try to be competitive. I’m hoping that ANY work experience and good references in the geo job sector will get my a leg up, and help me find that career I’m looking for.

After talking to a few geologists in my new town, it sounds like I’m not even going to land a volunteer gig. My landlord’s oldest son is a geologist, and I finally got to speak to him last week. I told him many of my colleague’s were finding junior geologist jobs with consulting just months after graduation. These people were my good friends, and I know that they didn’t just use connections to find their positions. One hadn’t even graduated yet, and wasn’t the best student in the department, and landing a very awesome gig in the bay area. She said she just watched interview help videos on youtube and nailed the interview. Yeah but…how did you even get an interview? What the fuck am I doing wrong? Anyways…He didn’t believe me. He actually didn’t believe that my colleagues were finding jobs so fast. He thought that I was just saying that to make myself look better….which I don’t know how that works. Running into him is going to be awkward at the least. “Oh yeah, remember me? The desperate lying recent graduate who will say anything to get a job.” Uuuggghhh.

BUT!

I did not let him get me down. I got dressed up today. I dressed up my resume. I did some major google-fu and found a couple of geology companies. I walked into the one that was my first choice and tried to talk to the geologist there about volunteering and just tagging along. I only talked to the receptionist, and she went up to the geologist’s office and was there for some time. She comes down and says he was about to leave for the day, but here is his card. Email him. He is great at responding quickly. Cool. Now I have his name. Commence Facebook search.

Step 3.1: Networking…kinda.

This is like a subsection of Step 3….because this is experimental on my part. Here’s how this is going to go in my head. I checked his facebook to make sure he drinks. Of course he drinks. He’s a geologist. But I’m in the Midwest and needed to double check and make sure he wasn’t one of the religious fanatics around here. USE FACEBOOK TO YOUR ADVANTAGE PEOPLE! Anyways, I shoot him an email. I tell him I don’t know how to say I want to volunteer without making it sound like I am desperate. I really just want to tag a long and see what kind of work  this sector entails, as it is really different from the area that I am coming from.

After shooting off professional yada’yada’yada, I leave another paragraph: “On a less professional note, I am very new to the area and have no friends or colleagues. It would be really nice if we could get together over a beer and talk geology, if nothing else.”  I bet he sees right through that bullshit. I don’t want it to be bullshit, though. I REALLY DO want to have a beer with him if nothing else.

Honestly, I”m not at my “desperate for a job” point yet. I am, however “desperate for friends” point. I would be just as ecstatic over making a new geology friend over a geology job. Kinda.

Okay. I will leave it at this, because this is as far as I’ve gotten. No reply from geo guy. No landed geo interviews. No new geo connections.

Stay lovely, my WordPress strangers. Cheers.

The flowing landscapes of geologic time may be likened to a kinetoscope panorama. The scenes transform from age to age, as from act to act; seas and plains and mountains follow and replace each other through time, as the traveler sees them replace each other in space…Science demonstrates that mountains are transient forms, but the eye of man through all his lifetime sees no change, and his reason is appalled at the thought of duration so vast that the millenniums of written history have not recorded the shifting of even one of the fleeting views whose blendings make the moving picture.

-Joseph Barrell

Pet Peeve’s

We all have them. Some are more irrational than others. Some you have no idea where or why something like that could bother someone like you.

For some reason, my pet peeve’s have been popping up all over the place. Okay, well not all over the place. I don’t have that many.

My first, and main one, is leaving a wet sponge/rag/absorbent dish-washing device in the sink. Disgusting. I won’t touch it, and I won’t do the dishes. At least, not without gagging. It’s wet, and mold and bacteria grow on it. A lot. Just wring it out when you’re done and let it air dry or pop it  in the microwave for a few seconds to kill the germs. Too easy.

The second – people who see things in black and white. People who are perfectly okay with accepting the easiest or least complicated answer. People who think or say, “Well, that’s just how it is.” I’ve spent my whole life learning how things are never as simple as they seem. The people who will actually argue with another person about “how things are” are the absolute worst.  Nothing aggravates me more. It’s *never* that simple. Ever! And they should know that, because they’re human! And have experiences! People have experiences, right? Like, their whole lives? They experience things not going their way, or things being more complicated than they once thought? Do they really not self-reflect and do they really not think about how things happen? Work? REALLY?

It’s also not as simple as them just thinking it’s simple, I guess.

Whatevs. <—(somebody’s pet peeve, somewhere)

Cheers

Nerd Alert

I just bought a stereo microscope with a digital camera….

…so that I can look for forams from the comfort of my home.

No more long, cold, lonely nights alone. No more hunching over in chairs, or going cross-eyed or migraine’s from constant kinks in my neck.

You have no idea how excited I am.
Bonus: I can now take pictures for making 3D models of my forams!

NERD ALERT NERD ALERT

Cheers!

Why I Need to Travel

Oh hello procrastination. I see you’ve come to visit again.

So there is something I just cannot get out of my head. I have some of the worst wanderlust, and I feel so limited in ways to get it out of my system. I’ve always had wanderlust as long ago as I can remember. For a while there, it was scared out of me, thanks to my parents’ paranoia. You know, the usual “someone will inevitability kidnap you, rape you, and then kill you” if you go too far from home. But I got over that by the time I got out of high school. I had a hard time believing it when there were so many other people that were traveling unharmed.

Our department had a foreign exchange student from Australia who I became close friends with over the semester she was here. She truly inspired me to follow my wanderlust. She had been all over the world, and mostly by herself. She has all kinds of stories, all positive, and can only recount two sketchy instances in traveling. Her entire life she’s traveled, and she’s just fine.

After field camp this summer, I went on a road trip from Nevada, to Utah, to Colorado, to Wyoming, and back home again. All by myself. It was incredibly liberating, and self-encouraging in a way. The only planning I made before hand was to just do it. For the entire two week trip, I was only ever by myself once. It was incredible how many friends are willing to open up their homes to you and ask nothing in return. I did a lot of camping, which I enjoyed the most. I went on this trip to meet up with my Aussie friend in Yellowstone before she left back to Australia. I did it to tell her that she inspired me to just do it, and she was incredibly proud, and I was incredibly happy. It was the kind of happy I’ll never experience until I’m traveling again, I’m almost certain.

The more I think about why I truly want to travel, I remember my grandpa. My grandpa was the one true love of my life. I looked up to him in every way. He taught me how to do just about everything I know how to do because he was one of the few people in my family who didn’t think I was limited just because I was a girl. I remember, specifically, the one instance that tears me apart. I was living with him and my grandma at the time, partly because they lived so close to the high school, and partly because I wasn’t getting along with my parents. I loved living there, I never hated it, we never argued, and I had so much respect for my grandpa. He was the coolest person ever. He had tattoos. He lied about his age to join the Navy at 15 years old. He was open about his trouble making past, and how fun it was, and how he was  most definitely not a felon *wink wink*. He was a hard man. My mom and aunt tell me how jealous they were for how he was with me. They tell me he was mean when they  were growing up and how good I had it with him, and yet he would threaten my dad’s life for trying to spank me! I love my grandpa dearly. And now I am distracted with my favorite memories…but to the one that gets to me.

After my grandpa was diagnosed with cancer, which he knew he had but refused to go to the doctor over it because he was not weak (his words). He got pretty depressed there for a while, and of course I wanted to do everything I could to make it better. He told me he wanted to travel the world, and was there a way he could do that on the computer. Google Earth had just come out, and I was excited to let him see the world. The problem was, he had never used a computer before, and I had never taught anyone how to use to one. I tried to teach him, but we both lost patience with each other. He was aggravated that he couldn’t figure it out, and I was aggravated that he was learning too slow.This was the first time he ever snapped at me, and I know that he made a conscious decision then and there to never touch a computer again, all because he snapped at me, and all because I did not have the patience.

This isn’t something I realized at the time, only until later after his death – that I still cannot accept. I have so much guilt, I feel that I robbed him of an experience that he more than deserved to have. Ever since I realized my feelings about this, I have been promising myself to go see things, because I don’t want to be an 80 year old lady who can’t do more than look at the world from my computer screen. And who knows, maybe it’ll be from a contraption that I won’t understand, and I’ll get aggravated and say “if only I just did it back when I was able…”

I miss my grandpa dearly. Even though he is gone, he is still somehow my rock. He is my reference for what I need to do when I am not sure. One of my true regrets is not telling him that he meant so much to me. I’m sure he knew, but I don’t know that he knew I loved him so much, or exactly what he meant to me.

When I see him again, I don’t want it to be empty handed.

Sorry for the sad story.

Cheers

Iceland: My New Obsession

OH YES. This not so tiny island in the polar regions of the North…This land of fire and ice…and…there I go with accidental GoT references, again.

I would be lying if I said this was any kind of “new” obsession for me. It’s new to me in that it’s a new geological obsession. Have you checked out Iceland on Google Maps, yet? Just zoom in a little and click on the pictures. You don’t have to be a geologist to appreciate how amazing this place is.

I’m sure you’ve heard about it to some extent – It’s been in the news a few times recently with Bárðarbunga still erupting. Not gonna lie, the update page is bookmarked in my browser. Believe it or not, I’m not all that interested in becoming a volcanologist. I was at one point, but there is so much to learn in geology it’s hard to stick to your original goal once you start learning about all the different areas of study.

On my Google Earth, I’ve been placemarking every volcano that has erupted since the 1970’s. I’m definitely starting to entertain the idea of trying to find something to study here. I have an idea, but I don’t necessarily want to talk about it in detail because I have no idea if study-area/idea-jacking is a thing. I recently learned about something called the Graduate Research Fellowship Program. And by recently, I mean two days ago. The deadline for application is November 4th. It requires a lot for finding out about this last minute. I need 3 2-page letters of recommendation…This is going to be the hardest part, next to taking a week or so to decide what I would want to propose to study. Not hard because I don’t think I can get them, but because I’m a shitty person for asking 3 professors to write up a 2 page recommendation letters last minute. My understanding is that you give your professors a few months’ time to work on it, not a couple of weeks.

In my search for topics, I came across what is quite possibly the most badass formainifera study I’ve ever seen. The title is “Foraminiferal Decimation and Repopulation in an Active Volcano Caldera, Deception Island, Anatarctica”. Done by Kenneth L Finger, and Jere H. Lipps. I’m fairly certain it was their PhD project. Okay, I don’t know if one would actually consider the study badass, but the title is awesome.

Look, I just want you all to know that I will make it to Iceland one day. I have it in writing here, and hopefully I’ll be able to post about it on here as a future update.

But since my time is limited, I’d just like to take a tiny bit of it to bitch about my workload this semester, but hey, at least some good things came out of it. This semester is way WAY worse than I expected to be. I just want to be a lazy college senior! That’s all I want! But no, I’m a crazy person and decided to take 4 upper division classes, two science and two that require essays for days. My Friday’s, Saturday’s, and Sunday’s are dedicated to getting any homework done that’s due during the week, so that I can deal with whatever gets thrown at me between classes during the week. But i can’t actually have fun, because all my classes start at 8 in the morning, so that I have time to do errands and even more homework after classes are out.

Since school started, I have written 4 essays, 3 proposals, collected samples for my thesis in the bay via  research  vessel, presented a poster that I created over a year ago, about to write a 5 page proposal as well as my 5th essay, prepare for my 2nd calc II midterm, and just recently received an internship, that starts very very soon.  Which by the way, means I will now be working on top of all this mayhem. I realize this doesn’t sound like a lot, but the amount of time consumed by all of this is astounding. Yes, even writing based on bullshit takes time.

So..on that note…

Hello, gradschool? Yes, this is Tashina. Pls respond.

Cheers.

P.s.
Unfortunate last name combinations on research topics. See: fingerlipps
Also, I realize the featured photo is not in Iceland. That’s from when I went to Yellowstone.

Always Be Professional!

Today I learned the importance of writing properly constructed emails. Not because of an email I sent, but of one I received. I’ve always been super professional when I send important emails, and I am so glad for that, because now I know what it’s like to receive a bad impression.

A few days ago, one of the new students in the department approached me looking to help with my thesis for his Sed project. I gave a brief explanation of what was going on, told him a few of the problems I was having, and that I had a poster of my SEM project hanging up in the department, and that he should read that first, and then email me if he was still interested. You know, normal, “are you a go-getter?” things. He got back to me, yay!

…and then I learned what it’s like being on the receiving end of a shitty email. This is what it said:  “Hey we talked the other day about helping you out with your resaerch I’d love to be a part so please let me know ”

Oh. Okay. Well…Thank goodness he told his name at the club meeting, otherwise I would have been really confused. There’s only 3 other people I’ve never met with the same name I talked to that night…about the same thing. OH right, I think it was this kid..Well, I’ll tell him my plan of attack for the weekend and see if he wants to meet up. You free? His response: “I can do Sunday no problem, I can also do Saturday neither presents any schduleing problem for me I’m free all weekend expect Friday night”

Oh. My. God. Remember when I said my thesis adviser is a double PhD in Paleontology and English? He’s going to tear this poor kid apart. I am genuinely worried for this kid if this is the kind of emails he sends to the professor.

So…Moral of the story. ALWAYS be professional when you are sending an email to someone you don’t know, or just met. Actually, no. Just be professional the whole time. Spell check does everything for you already. Don’t be lazy. I didn’t realize you could make SUCH an impression with an email.

Here’s how my impression went: I started to wonder if he actually read my poster. Did he just look at the pictures or did he read about them? Did he only find it to get my email?  Will he remember what we talked about? Is he going to be able to handle a project I give him? How much trust can I put in this kid for my project? Will I even be able to use his findings?

I’ll be having a chat with this kid when he meets up with me. I’m not really sure how to talk to him about without sounding like an uppety bitch, but I’ll be doing him a favor either way.

Help.

Cheers

Wham Bam, Thank You Foram!

Let me tell you about the nightmare of a thesis I chose. Okay, the subject itself is pretty awesome…but narrowing it down  is what is driving me up the wall. If I leave it as-is, it’s considered Master’s level work. As much as I would like to say I did that amount of work as an undergrad, it’s just not going to happen.

This idea came about on accident, actually, which is what is making me keep at it. I was taking Sedimentology and SEM(Scanning Electron Microscope) simultaneously. Both require a project. I was originally going to keep them separate, but then one of my good friends was in the lab doing a project for a grad-course called Paleoecology. We chat a lot, so I sat down and he taught me how to look for these creatures called foraminiferans, because that’s what he was doing and I felt bad for disturbing him. Forams (for short) are these little tiny amoeba-like sea creatures that have tests (shells). They are typically about the size of a small grain of sand, for your visualization reference.
The cool part is that the sand we were looking for, by definition, was NOT supposed to even have forams. So when my friend and I discovered some, we were a little excited to say the least. BAM I had my SEM project AND my sed project!! For my sed/SEM project, I ended up doing a paleoenvironmental facies analysis – facies being what kind of environment they were living in at the time of deposition. I was able to get the basics down, and went above and beyond for my project work.
Okay, that’s step 1.
Step 2 was the try to figure out why they were there. This is where I keep getting tripped up. There are so many guesses as to what was going on, and your guess it just as good as mine. No really. I have no idea either.
Here are some possibilities – Well, they were found with a bunch of other fossils, as the samples were taking from a shelly lens. One possibility is that the shells were protecting the foram tests from taking a beating. Another possibility is just that the tests were so small they weren’t subject to the same amount of force as the other shells (which were beat to hell, by the way) – but that doesn’t explain what they were doing in the sand to begin with.
Based on the paleoecology report that the grad class did, it was a heavily storm-influenced area. Could have just gotten washed in? But washed into where exactly? The sand is typical of a beach, but all of the other fossils are things that would  not get “washed up” like barnacles(without sticking to something else) and worm tubes, so it would have had to been underwater.  Thinking about the barnacles though, I guess they would have been stuck to some driftwood that got washed up, but doesn’t explain the giant pile of sand and other shells.
I’m also pretty sure that there is a “gradient” of sand-size particles starting from the largest of the area starting at the beach and getting smaller and smaller the farther off shore you go, but I can’t seem to find that specific of information stated in a book anywhere. Also a problem.
This  is a 3D model of the shelly lens in question. Oh yes. I made that. Take note future employers! I know how to use AGIsoft!
But anyways, trying to figure out why they are there (like the actual God-given reason they are there) is for sure a masters-level type of research project that I just don’t have time for, UNLESS I dedicate a semester to it, which I don’t really want to do. Will if I have to, but now that I know what it’s like to have weekends off again, I feel like I can do it next semester. We’ll see.
Anywhoser,  I may be able to just apply a theory and go with it and then concentrate on identifying and naming the forams I found. WHICH it is very possible that I found a new foram species, and I might be able to get away with going through the process of proposing it as one and getting it added to the database as my main thesis aspect.
It’s a hard decision to make when my thesis adviser has a double PhD in Paleontology and English. That means I have zero wiggle room to bullshit, which I’m glad for, I just don’t know if I can supply the amount of information he expects from me.
I mean hell, my prospectus alone is going to have to be 10 pages long.
FYI, the featured image for this blog is one of the forams in question (well, the inside half of it). We refer to this one as “the Hamburger” because we can’t find jack-shit on this bugger. But check out the recrystalization going on in that one! Awyiss.
Cheers