This Bird Does It

Librarian ramblings

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I was so looking forward to these weeks between the kids going back to school and the start of my fall (and final) class. I was going to get so much done. I love fall, and when would it be better to tap my productive side than when the weather is changing and the leaves are turning? Maybe I still will, but the kids have been back in school for two weeks now, and I’m just not feeling it.

I get up every day and bust my butt getting three kids ready and out the door. The husband gets off to work and I start my day. I move all day. I do laundry, I cook meals, I shop for groceries, I run errands, but at the end of the day, it never feels like I got anything done. And to add insult to injury, it’s HOT! So, freakin’ hot! If you know me at all, you know, I don’t do hot. There are NINETIES in the seven day forecast. This is not FALL! There is no autumn here.

Okay, to be fair, it’s only September 3rd. I get it. And my Southern friends will be waiting a lot longer to find a nip in the air. Still, I’m ready. I’m SO ready. The highs are forecast in the low 90s and high 80s for at least another week. I know I can hang in there, but my few weeks as a stay-at-home mom with no job and no classes are slipping away. I need my FALL NOW!

Hopefully, this weekend is my last Labor Day weekend before I actually reenter the labor force. I don’t know what I’ll be doing, but I have every reason to believe I’ll be employed in some manner by next Labor Day. That seems like a milestone, right?

So, the push of grad school and internship is sort of past, and the push of finding a job has not fully kicked in. I want to give my all to this whole Homemaker thing, but eh, it’s hot, I’m tired, and I’m just not finding the motivation. I will. There are still a couple weeks before my class starts, and even when it does, it’s just one class. Just not feelin’ it this weekend.


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A glimmer? Could it be? #LightAtTheEndOfTheTunnel #MLIS #KentState #LibrarySchool

Just coming up for air. This semester is going to be the hump. I was warned to take both these classes alone, but I can’t swing it. Taking them together means I might graduate at the end of the year, trying to take them separately means at least another year. So, together it is. Classes started on Monday. I’m not drowning, yet, but I’m swimming hard.

20150116_221111Digital Preservation. I thought I had some idea what that is. Not so much. But it IS fascinating. It’s almost as interesting to me as the more traditional forms of preservation and archival work. I am not going to be sorry I took this class. I am beginning to panic about my own digital stewardship of family files. There isn’t likely one among us who have done a good job with this. I thought that I had a handle on all of it. No, no I do not. The more I learn, the more I find out what I don’t know. I’ve got a lot of digital preservation projects lining up for when I finish this class.

Cataloging and Classification I. Yeah, I knew this one was going to be rough. Outside the library world, maybe folks don’t know how tough this one might be. Trust me, it’s a bear. It will likely be one of the most useful classes I take in the whole MLIS program. I’ve had almost no experience with the nitty gritty of this stuff, though. It’s pretty foreign. Wish me luck!

I’m actually pretty proud of myself for staying caught up this week. It’s just the first of ten, but I’m ON IT! I am beating my chest and feeling like I’ve GOT THIS. I’ll be panicking again tomorrow, but for tonight, I am in CHARGE!

Now, if I can arrange a practicum for this summer, I can take Intro to Archives in the fall and GRADUATE IN DECEMBER!

Good grief! Is that light I see at the end of the tunnel?


Three down, thirty-three to go…

First MLIS class is complete.  First paper of grad school is complete.  I feel pretty confident I will get an A minus, but an A is still possible.  There are four assignments and the final paper still to be graded.  Man, I’d love to start this journey off with an honest to goodness 4.0, A.  Once you get something less, it can never get back to the 4.0, right?  On the other hand, bursting the bubble right out of the gate with a 3,7 A minus might just take the pressure off.  I can spend the rest of my grad school career trying to see how many digits I can put the 3.99999 out there.  So, anyway, three credit hours complete, thirty-three to go.  I’ve already registered for my summer classes, which don’t start until June, and fall registration is a week from Monday.  It suddenly seems like it’s going very fast.  I’m sure I won’t feel like that when I spend the next eight weeks or so doing NOTHING toward graduation.  That’s a little frustrating.  I wish I’d figured this half-semester class thing out in time to register for another class for the last half of spring term.  But I didn’t, so I will enjoy the time off and dive in head first in June.

I’m still fat.  No big surprise there.  I’m a stress eater and it’s been a struggle all weekend with working on that final paper.  I didn’t go completely crazy.  I didn’t actually give myself permission to eat whatever I wanted, so that’s good.  I’m pretty sure I didn’t lose anything, but I don’t think I gained anything, either.  I guess I better take advantage of this time without classes to get a handle on some lifestyle changes if I want to be successful at getting my health under control.  I’m having a sneaky little thought that is starting to piss me off.  I may actually have to get off my butt sooner than later.  I can’t wait until I’m “successful” at dieting.  It just doesn’t make sense.  I’m going to have to sweat.  On purpose.  Oooh, how I hate that.  I’m making peace with it, but I’m not happy about it.

And, oh boy you’re going to get sick of me!  I’ve got several writing assignments I want to give myself now that I have time off school.  One is to tell you my grandmother’s stories as I know them.  I also want to gather as much as I can on my grandfathers’ military histories.  My maternal grandfather was in the Navy, my paternal grandfather in the Army.  One is gone now and the other is not exactly a reliable source anymore.  I need to gather the memories of those who knew them while I can.  I want to write it down for my children.

And I want to rant about Victoria’s Secret and their new line for tweens.  It’s all over the internet, I’m sure you’ve heard about it by now.  If you haven’t, Google Victoria’s Secret “bright young things.”  After you get out from under your rock, of course.  Yes, there’s a nice minister dad who wrote an open letter to VS about his daughter and what he thinks of the line, but frankly he was too soft.  This crap isn’t appropriate at 25, let alone nine.  I can’t imagine ever putting the words “Call Me” anywhere on my body, let alone my underwear.  Whatever, I’m too giddy to give this rant my proper attention tonight.

I’m going to go enjoy my adult beverage and wallow in my feeling of accomplishment.  I’ve completed something on this journey.  I can DO this!  I’m so PUMPED!