As an Anthropologist...

I'll tell you what's annoying; the fact that my Anthropology 303 professor has managed to change my entire outlook on life. I mean, yes I am actually going to major in Anthropology, but I don't want to spend the rest of my life mentally calculating how much distance there is from the front door of the Comm building up to my classroom on the second floor. I don't care how many paces it is! Paces equal meters equals feet equals distance. Or some silly equation that I don't care for.

Or maybe the fact that I can't look at a little kid and her mom in the park now without thinking, "Maybe that's not her mom. Is there something that SAYS that's her mom? Because it could be her aunt. It could be her sister. It could be her godmother. It could be her teacher. It could be some random lady posing as a mother for a day." There are no more stereotyping people once Professor Judy Pine is done with you!

I scrutinize the cashier at the grocery store and wonder what they're thinking, why they're working here, how many hours they have versus how many hours they want and why, of all places, did they end up here at this particular grocery store.

As an Anthropologist...