What do you do with a B.A. in German (and history)?

taking my frown to a far distant town

history is on my side
8 June 1988
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Emily. Em. (Miss) Amélie. Ami. 23. Ex-pat. Ex-Californian. Pseudo-German. Pseudo-teacher. Vegetarian. Pansexual. Feminist. (Scared yet?) Beer enthusiast. Football Fan. Wannabe historian. Wanderlusts like nobody's business. Allergic to everything. Bookworm. Absurdly shy. Rather short. Swears like a sailor. Kind of dresses like a librarian. Can't cook without hot sauce. Very distantly related to Queen Victoria. Very proud of it.

San Francisco, open your Golden Gate. You'll let nobody wait outside your door.

Portland, Oregon and a sloe gin fizz. If that ain't love, then tell me what is.

Maybe we'll go to Munich, to the clubs and into the stars.

I sit here now by the banks of the Rhine, dipping my feet in the cold stream of time.

'"My life is monotonous. I hunt chickens; people hunt me. All chickens are just alike, and all men are just alike. So I'm rather bored. But if you tame me, my life will be filled with sunshine. I'll know the sound of footsteps that will be different from all the rest. Other footsteps send me back underground. Yours will call me out of my burrow like music. And then, look! You see the wheat fields over there? I don't eat bread. For me wheat is of no use whatever. Wheat fields say nothing to me. Which is sad. But you have hair the color of gold. So it will be wonderful, once you've tamed me! The wheat, which is golden, will remind me of you. And I'll love the sound of the wind in the wheat."
The fox fell silent and stared at the prince for a long while. "Please...tame me!" he said.'

-The Little Prince by Antoine de Staint Exupéry

{ wear }

LANDLADY:...[Pause. She looks at them, speaks quietly for the first time.]
That's really the point, isn't it? I've 'ad me dreams-an' I can remember what they was like.
JULIA: You remember?
LANDLADY: [Still quiet] Sam's gone now, but what we 'ad, no Big Brother can take awye. [She taps her breast.] I remember it-'ere!
-1984 adapted by Owens, Hall & Miles