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ming true in a week. I finished my Bachelor's degree in Art History in June, and after a stressful summer of interviews and applications, I got accepted to Princeton. My friends don't get why I don't want a break or wh

s twelve, ever since I made up my mind I'd want to become an archeologist and pursue that professionally. I kept them not only for their sentimental va

e rich and famous. Oh

asn't sure when I'd be back home, so I wanted t

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the phone, "I want to see you before you go. God knows

were 13, but it didn't work out between us. It's not like we had a big disagreeme

's so well-ranked. And yeah, sure, let's meet up sometime." I said, cheerily inviting him over.

bably took a seat for a cup of coffee. "I heard Princeton was an old convent that had bee

t I'm sure the Battle of Princeton took

will you be taking?" He asked. He was not a myth enthusiast himself, h

We'll be studying Egyptian mythology and we'll be analyzing sites where mummies have been exca

boring to me si

and placing them in my suitcase. "But anyway, these are the lectures of the first semester. Then the

you, CiCi." Jack said in his perfect French. Jack is a French immigrant l

phone. "Anyway, I'll talk to you later. I have to finish

ittle, "Alright

notification appearing on my phone's notification screen. I unlocked my device and opened the app; it was from one of the professors of the school, Prof. Rufus Wood

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nd demanding, and even though I expect many of you to know some topics from your previous studies, this course won't be easy. For your first lecture, I'll be asking students at random to answer questions from the first pap

all next

ufus Wo

This was such an awful way to "introduce" himself to the class. He

his resumé was extensive. He was most probably one of those old, grumpy, lifeless

ugh what this Prof. W