Research, both the process and the many forms in which information can be sought, is something I love. I always have; even in elementary school, I spent way too much time digging up information for my reports.
2nd grade: Betsy Ross oral presentation. We had to put on the persona of an historical individual, so I had to find everything I could about this woman. I even dressed up in a prairie costume (well, it wasn't so much a costume as an ever-present part of my wardrobe).
Any way, so I love trying to find specific information on random topics.
What I don't like, is when things get in my way.
Confusing database interface - makes me angry.
Misshelved books - I'm annoyed.
How about today's episode: an f-ing COCKROACH the size of a small field mouse walking across, no running across the floor in the library.
After the head of the department killed it, I had to excuse myself because I thought I was going to be sick. I still feel ill. It was enormous, people.
I've never seen a regular old cockroach. La cucaracha, if you will. I've seen a Madagascar Hissing Cockroach before - last summer, even - and the zookeeper had it crawling all over her. She stored it in her pocket. This was not the kind you store in a pocket or in a library, for that matter. Scary beast.
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I actually did think of you when writing "an historian," you were correct. Also, it sounds more intelligent, let's be honest.
When are you moving? Before or after I come? Just curious.
When I was in second grade I had to dress up as a character and give a book report. I also had to give a 30min speech in 7th grade over a person and dress like them, etc. I did mine over President Grant. His name is actually Hiram Ulysses Grant, but people think it's Ulysses S Grant due to a mixup when he went to West Point.
Oh, and las cucarachas....if you're moving to AZ you better get used to those. Those guys are all over the place.
Not at my house! But we have noticed a recent earwig invasion...
Okay... here's a confession. I once dressed up as James Herriot for a book report and had to re-enact the way that he saved a choking dog with a stuffed animal.
I was 11.
You remember James Herriot, right? The old, British veterinarian who writes all the books about animals?
My gosh, I haven't remembered that in ages.
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