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aamcnamaraSo apparently I've survived the first full week of classes! Almost everyone I know, especially seniors, is going around with haggard faces going "How...how did we do this semester thing before? I do not understand." Hopefully we'll all find our feet soon; having an actual weekend today and tomorrow should help me, at least.
...yesterday, though, I had to turn in my first physics homework in nearly ten months--the price of not taking any physics last semester--and that was tough, though ultimately I think it all worked out. The up side is that I also received a package containing the fun things that Kate and I bought with Christmas money: pirate and Shakespearean magnetic poetry--to go with the queer magnetic poetry she gave me--and a TARDIS-blue teapot that's just the right size for me to make tea for myself in the mornings. Our fridge is now covered in words (and sentences like "Ye wicked homoerotic musket"), which will be awesome for tea parties. (Except that everyone will cluster around the fridge and get in my way when I try to make tea for people.)
Also, I made a post about my work in Special Collections (and how it made me want to be a Special Collections librarian) on the new-and-improved MHC library blog. It was very easy to write, because basically it's the story of my life with old books.
I am nearly done with applications to everything ever (knock on wood), waiting to hear back from grad schools, and meanwhile researching summer opportunities. Almost all the library paid internships want me to be in an MLIS program, which is fair, but also sad. (The others want you to be a full-time student, presumably for the next academic year as well, which--hopefully I will be! Might apply to some of those, just because.) I may end up doing temp work somewhere, particularly if I do end up using my Rare Book School scholarship this summer--most summer programs frown on their participants running off to Virginia for a week to learn about book history. The future is still scary, but I have done most of what I can to figure out what's going to happen.
...yesterday, though, I had to turn in my first physics homework in nearly ten months--the price of not taking any physics last semester--and that was tough, though ultimately I think it all worked out. The up side is that I also received a package containing the fun things that Kate and I bought with Christmas money: pirate and Shakespearean magnetic poetry--to go with the queer magnetic poetry she gave me--and a TARDIS-blue teapot that's just the right size for me to make tea for myself in the mornings. Our fridge is now covered in words (and sentences like "Ye wicked homoerotic musket"), which will be awesome for tea parties. (Except that everyone will cluster around the fridge and get in my way when I try to make tea for people.)
Also, I made a post about my work in Special Collections (and how it made me want to be a Special Collections librarian) on the new-and-improved MHC library blog. It was very easy to write, because basically it's the story of my life with old books.
I am nearly done with applications to everything ever (knock on wood), waiting to hear back from grad schools, and meanwhile researching summer opportunities. Almost all the library paid internships want me to be in an MLIS program, which is fair, but also sad. (The others want you to be a full-time student, presumably for the next academic year as well, which--hopefully I will be! Might apply to some of those, just because.) I may end up doing temp work somewhere, particularly if I do end up using my Rare Book School scholarship this summer--most summer programs frown on their participants running off to Virginia for a week to learn about book history. The future is still scary, but I have done most of what I can to figure out what's going to happen.