Where has my life been, where is my life going?
I had a great time in Harrisburg last weekend, just bumming around and drinking with my friends. Other than the most excruciatingly weird and horrible breakfast at Waffle House, I think a good time was had by all. The Decemberists were playing in the gym of a small Christian college (which did not stop someone from throwing their underwear on stage), so that was interesting. It was definitely not the ideal venue and, I am told, the sound was way off up in the balcony section, but they put on a good show, nonetheless. There were a few songs that i wish they would have played, but when each of your songs borders on ten minutes, I guess the selection gets trickier. Also, when you play two versions of the same song.
Three more weeks of school and then I am a Master. Of what? Of not much. I am pretty thoroughly disheartened by this program and you really don't want to hear me bitch about it, but if this is one of the top MLIS programs in the country...well, I worry that libraries everywhere are being run by clowns.
I may or may not have a graduation bash on Saturday the 28th. I am undecided.
I've got to polish up the resume this weekend. A professor (who happens to be married to my current boss) fwd'd me a job posting. I'm not qualified for it, but I'm going to apply anyway. After they don't call me...well, we'll see. Right now I am so fed up with things I just want to be done with school and never have to think about it again. I want to start a garden and paint and redecorate my house. I want to work half-time and do something fun with the other half. I want to get back to painting and writing and sewing and knitting. I just don't want to read another goddamn thing about preservation or reference service or archival theory.
The end.
Three more weeks of school and then I am a Master. Of what? Of not much. I am pretty thoroughly disheartened by this program and you really don't want to hear me bitch about it, but if this is one of the top MLIS programs in the country...well, I worry that libraries everywhere are being run by clowns.
I may or may not have a graduation bash on Saturday the 28th. I am undecided.
I've got to polish up the resume this weekend. A professor (who happens to be married to my current boss) fwd'd me a job posting. I'm not qualified for it, but I'm going to apply anyway. After they don't call me...well, we'll see. Right now I am so fed up with things I just want to be done with school and never have to think about it again. I want to start a garden and paint and redecorate my house. I want to work half-time and do something fun with the other half. I want to get back to painting and writing and sewing and knitting. I just don't want to read another goddamn thing about preservation or reference service or archival theory.
The end.