Picture of Athena.

When asked to describe me, a close friend responded “initially cool, extremely focused, mildly eccentric, and eventually entertaining”. While this was nice and all, the sincere mood was immediately disbanded when the shrill voice of the woman behind the counter of the university’s “greasy grill” yelled, “BEEF AND PEPPER!” As my roommate stood to retrieve her “beef and pepper” [also known as a cheese-steak with hot peppers], I realized just how hilarious my current situation was. There I was: sitting in an old wooden booth that smelled faintly of sweaty leather in my blue scrub bottoms and offensively neon orange sandals at one in the morning attempting to write my biography while my roommate was buying a greasy sandwich at twice the normal cost - not to mention, we had just previously been discussing why a horseradish packet of white sauce was colored red.

Yes- however sad it might be, that was a real glimpse into my life as a student.

But this is supposed to be a biography, is it not?

I was born to a relatively un-unique family on a Wednesday [or was it Tuesday?] afternoon in early September. I prefer to think that the day was warm and sunny with the smell of fall in the air - but the reality of the situation is, or so my aunts tell me, it was a miserable rainy afternoon. I grew up the regular way. Went to grade school - passed. Made some friends. Went to junior high school - passed. Made some more friends. Went to high school - passed. Managed to keep those friends [with a few minor exceptions]. I went to a semi-local private college on an art scholarship. Made some more friends, lost a particularly hideous breed of evil roommate, and bought the offensively neon orange sandals. At the moment I am a junior art history and ancient history major, who consequently specializes in ancient art forms – thus my obsessive need/love for detail. While other stereotypical girls may tend to look for stars and rich husbands in their future, I will be just as content with dusty shelves of second-century vase fragments on the third basement floor of a museum which preferably will be located in the UK. That’s not too much to ask is it?

Hey, don’t look at me. I’m sure I have one - but even I don’t know where it is…