Well, that’s done
No more management class. I’m terribly glad I did this over the summer; it’s another of those less-useful-than-it-ought-to-be classes that library school seems to be infested with.
(The problem isn’t really an overabundance of theory, as many students claim it is. It’s an overabundance of theory divorced from reality. Classes with unclear goals consisting of random articles taught by professors who have never worked in real libraries do not an education make, and no amount of appealing to theory will help. The smart professors get in guest speakers.)
A curious thing: world plus dog seems to think I’m graduating in December. This is possible if one takes twelve credits (four classes) per semester, and indeed, I might have been able to manage that—though I did not know I could at the time. Still, to have managed that, I’d have missed out on WonderClient’s job and a few other juicy tidbits, and my stress level would have lifted the rooftops. Better this way, even if I am paying for the extra semester’s tuition.
And the latest in to-do lists:
- Whacking together links for the Historical Society. Promised it Friday. Will deliver if it kills me, which it may. (On the bright side, I don’t have to sweat delivering stuff in a nice design. It’s just going into a database, so it needs to be bare-bones XHTML. That I can do.)
That TAG invoice that’s hanging fire still.Done.A page’s worth of translation to Spanish for the Jail Library Group.Did this, too.- Digging into a metric ton of reading for my Extreme presentation. (Wish Lancaster’s Indexing and Abstracting had made it to the SLIS library in time to make my handouts. It’s quite stellar. I may have to keep a second list and give it to people in class.)
- Working out talking points for said presentation. Otherwise I kick myself afterwards wondering why I didn’t mention a lot of stuff I meant to mention.
- Putting together Dragonhunt logs.
And by way of ending a post with less of a downer than a to-do list, Frank Paynter ran into me in the street this afternoon as I was walking home. (No, not literally. That would have been bad, as he was driving.) It was certainly a pleasure to meet him.