My roommate showed me a short cut through the neighboring apartment complex. There are lots of small isolated woods around here, and this apartment complex has a few. Or maybe just this one.
This one has a pond that can't be more than 50 yds across (probably much smaller - I have no idea how to gauge size or circumference), and it resembles in every way the part of Lake Manitou that I've called home for the past 20 years.
The water is green - stagnant looking - covered in duck week. This pond looks like it's dying.
The only difference perhaps is the lack of crappie rolling around in the green nast.
On sunny days, I love walking on the path that leads past this little sanctuary. The turtles come out to sun-bathe on these days. There are 2 spots in the pond that are elevated enough for them to get warmed by the sun. One is right by the path - it's a cement block or something. The other is a stick situated at an angle rising out of the water that is a ways away from the path I walk on.
Yesterday there were 4 painter turtles all piled on top of each other on the cement block. There are 2 huge ones - I'd say the size of serving dishes - bigger painters than I've ever seen in Lake Manitou. They must be 25 years old or something. The smaller turtles would prop themselves up on the shells of the large ones so they could all fit on the block.
But they are not tame, like my squirrel friend from last week. As soon as I paused to watch them, a little guy spotted me and ducked into the murky green water, followed with larger splashes as the others followed suit.
My little piece of heaven - mini Lake Manitou.
29 September 2005
Nature
I love Nature.
I love Fall.
I love this campus in the Fall.
I was walking through the woods behind Swain and the Law School last week, and on the brick path was a squirrel, stretched completely out - even to the point of his tiny back toes stretched as far back as they could possibly go. He had just begun to chew on a black walnut, and he was not interested in moving. I walked within 8 inches of him, and he stayed put, chomping away on the tough outer casing of that huge nut.
He watched me out of the corner of his eye, all the while chomping.
I was amazed at his tameness. He was on the ground - splayed out on some bricks - eating his afternoon snack.
I wanted to take him home.
Anyone have a pet squirrel for sale? I've always wanted one. That and a raccoon. Best offer?
I love Fall.
I love this campus in the Fall.
I was walking through the woods behind Swain and the Law School last week, and on the brick path was a squirrel, stretched completely out - even to the point of his tiny back toes stretched as far back as they could possibly go. He had just begun to chew on a black walnut, and he was not interested in moving. I walked within 8 inches of him, and he stayed put, chomping away on the tough outer casing of that huge nut.
He watched me out of the corner of his eye, all the while chomping.
I was amazed at his tameness. He was on the ground - splayed out on some bricks - eating his afternoon snack.
I wanted to take him home.
Anyone have a pet squirrel for sale? I've always wanted one. That and a raccoon. Best offer?
I've seen several disturbing things this week.
It started on Tuesday - after a great day in class and at work, I was waiting for the bus. I heard screeching tires and look over at an intersection that is no more than 50 yards away. A college-aged guy and girl jump out of this huge Ford truck and run to the front of his truck. A woman comes running up the street from the other direction and disappears behind a bush which is blocking my view from whatever it is that appears to be lying on the ground in front of the truck.
I have reason to believe it was a person. I've never witnessed (or almost witnessed) such a horrific event. The guy who'd be driving looked like he was going to throw up, he kept taking off his hat and running his fingers through his hair. He was doubled over, like he was going to lose it - I really think he was crying. The girl with him kept putting her arm around him when he'd cover his face.
Then the police started coming - car after car - and 2 ambulances and a fire truck. It was awful. That's why I suspect it was a person. I was there for 15 minutes watching the scene until I just took off on foot for home. I couldn't wait for a bus - traffic was diverted and no bus would be coming.
I've been scanning headlines for a report of this, but have seen nothing. I just want to know if the person hit is okay.
So that was disturbing.
Then yesterday, I took a different bus than usual, the one that elderly and handicapped people from the home by BSHS are more likely to ride. There was an old woman sitting near the driver - talking loudly about some sort of political something-er-other that was on the night before. "He doesn't know what the hell he's doing. Heh heh." She stopped jabbering when the busdriver got up to secure a handicapped boy's wheelchair. And when this woman ceased talking, she began popping her lower teeth out and in, out and in - like middle school kids do with their retainers when they forget how disgusting that is. Subconscious - out and in - with the sucking in between. Oh gosh. It was sick. I couldn't stop staring.
My life is really never that boring. There are always things like this going.
It started on Tuesday - after a great day in class and at work, I was waiting for the bus. I heard screeching tires and look over at an intersection that is no more than 50 yards away. A college-aged guy and girl jump out of this huge Ford truck and run to the front of his truck. A woman comes running up the street from the other direction and disappears behind a bush which is blocking my view from whatever it is that appears to be lying on the ground in front of the truck.
I have reason to believe it was a person. I've never witnessed (or almost witnessed) such a horrific event. The guy who'd be driving looked like he was going to throw up, he kept taking off his hat and running his fingers through his hair. He was doubled over, like he was going to lose it - I really think he was crying. The girl with him kept putting her arm around him when he'd cover his face.
Then the police started coming - car after car - and 2 ambulances and a fire truck. It was awful. That's why I suspect it was a person. I was there for 15 minutes watching the scene until I just took off on foot for home. I couldn't wait for a bus - traffic was diverted and no bus would be coming.
I've been scanning headlines for a report of this, but have seen nothing. I just want to know if the person hit is okay.
So that was disturbing.
Then yesterday, I took a different bus than usual, the one that elderly and handicapped people from the home by BSHS are more likely to ride. There was an old woman sitting near the driver - talking loudly about some sort of political something-er-other that was on the night before. "He doesn't know what the hell he's doing. Heh heh." She stopped jabbering when the busdriver got up to secure a handicapped boy's wheelchair. And when this woman ceased talking, she began popping her lower teeth out and in, out and in - like middle school kids do with their retainers when they forget how disgusting that is. Subconscious - out and in - with the sucking in between. Oh gosh. It was sick. I couldn't stop staring.
My life is really never that boring. There are always things like this going.
24 September 2005
I just keep going out...
Last night counted the 3rd Friday night in a row that I've gone out. Not in the traditional state school meaning of the phrase "going out", but in a sense that I've never experienced before.
And this weekend, it wasn't with library students, which to me is a plus.
It's called the Lotus Fest, an annual music and arts festival in Bloomington. And it rocks.
I wasn't sure about it - "world music", Bertie told me. But what does that really mean? Let me tell you:
Brazilian acoustic, Balkan Beatbox (electronic/world fusion), Creole Cowboys, Nordic folk, swedish folk/rock, Uruguayan folk, contemporary Greek, "hot" bluegrass, Agro-pop from Niger, contemporary Spanish flamenco, French Gypsy jazz, Perto Rican plena, virtuoso Hawaiian ukelele, Black Sufis of Gujuarat, Celtic traditional, Mexican fold music, Palestinian oud, and Canadian fold-pop.
This is not a comprehensive list. And we didn't get to see all of them last night, but we saw several in the 5 hours that we wandered around downtown Bloomington. Can I just say this was one of the most incredible experiences of my life.
My roommates and I each got at least one cd of the groups we saw - and one by one fell in love with various musicians.
Next year, please come with me! All of you.
You can check out their website at: www.lotusfest.org
Now I can understand one reason why people love this city so much. I'm not sure how Indiana was able to conjure up this much culture, but it DID. And for that, there are no words.
By the way, the Hot Bluegrass and the Celtic traditional were my favorites, although the Balkan Beatbox was the most unique and exciting show. Nordic folk was high on the list, as well.
And this weekend, it wasn't with library students, which to me is a plus.
It's called the Lotus Fest, an annual music and arts festival in Bloomington. And it rocks.
I wasn't sure about it - "world music", Bertie told me. But what does that really mean? Let me tell you:
Brazilian acoustic, Balkan Beatbox (electronic/world fusion), Creole Cowboys, Nordic folk, swedish folk/rock, Uruguayan folk, contemporary Greek, "hot" bluegrass, Agro-pop from Niger, contemporary Spanish flamenco, French Gypsy jazz, Perto Rican plena, virtuoso Hawaiian ukelele, Black Sufis of Gujuarat, Celtic traditional, Mexican fold music, Palestinian oud, and Canadian fold-pop.
This is not a comprehensive list. And we didn't get to see all of them last night, but we saw several in the 5 hours that we wandered around downtown Bloomington. Can I just say this was one of the most incredible experiences of my life.
My roommates and I each got at least one cd of the groups we saw - and one by one fell in love with various musicians.
Next year, please come with me! All of you.
You can check out their website at: www.lotusfest.org
Now I can understand one reason why people love this city so much. I'm not sure how Indiana was able to conjure up this much culture, but it DID. And for that, there are no words.
By the way, the Hot Bluegrass and the Celtic traditional were my favorites, although the Balkan Beatbox was the most unique and exciting show. Nordic folk was high on the list, as well.
20 September 2005
It's true, I want to know.
There is this song that I've loved for years and I have no idea what it's called or who sings it.
but I have been wondering this...
Where did you go, my lovely? I want to know. Where did you go?
If any one has any suggestions where this came from, or if I'm misquoting - or if you know the answer to my question - please reply.
but I have been wondering this...
Where did you go, my lovely? I want to know. Where did you go?
If any one has any suggestions where this came from, or if I'm misquoting - or if you know the answer to my question - please reply.
Vanilla Stalkers
This week is great so far.
I've completed my horrible computer class assignments for the week - amazing!
Kate and I watched Gilmore Girls tonight - I don't know how I could have been so attached to American Idol so as to neglect my love of G.G.
I have one vanilla and one rose candle burning on my desk, beside my favorite birthday touch lamp (which is not-so-touchy anymore).
And I spent last night with my roommates watching Mona Lisa Smile and talking for hours about funny things.
Not only is she "everybody's favorite person to sleep with," but she knows that because, she was "on track to be a slut" in the fourth grade. Oh dear! You are so entertaining!
Thanks for quotable quotes!
I've completed my horrible computer class assignments for the week - amazing!
Kate and I watched Gilmore Girls tonight - I don't know how I could have been so attached to American Idol so as to neglect my love of G.G.
I have one vanilla and one rose candle burning on my desk, beside my favorite birthday touch lamp (which is not-so-touchy anymore).
And I spent last night with my roommates watching Mona Lisa Smile and talking for hours about funny things.
Not only is she "everybody's favorite person to sleep with," but she knows that because, she was "on track to be a slut" in the fourth grade. Oh dear! You are so entertaining!
Thanks for quotable quotes!
15 September 2005
What the HELL is this?
I don't know what my roommates are drinking.
I had 1 8 oz. cup of coffee this afternoon and I'm so freaking WIRED that I can't control myself. I can now type 300 words per minute and my heart is officially racing off the charts.
It's amazing and scary.
I feel like they buy super duper caffeinated coffee beans, and I don't know how they are still alive. Driving to class I almost killed myself several times because I was looking every direction at once. I had to move, so I was tapping ALL of my fingers on the steering wheel - which surprisingly reduces the ability to react quickly.
I'm also sweating 20% or 45% more than before. I hate the coffee makes me sweat. That's gross. But I also feel like I could 10 miles and be fine. Even if my joints hurt, I don't think I could feel them at this point.
Off to class...hope I can concentrate enough to contribute to conversation - although, I'm terrified of what I might actually say. Yikes!
I had 1 8 oz. cup of coffee this afternoon and I'm so freaking WIRED that I can't control myself. I can now type 300 words per minute and my heart is officially racing off the charts.
It's amazing and scary.
I feel like they buy super duper caffeinated coffee beans, and I don't know how they are still alive. Driving to class I almost killed myself several times because I was looking every direction at once. I had to move, so I was tapping ALL of my fingers on the steering wheel - which surprisingly reduces the ability to react quickly.
I'm also sweating 20% or 45% more than before. I hate the coffee makes me sweat. That's gross. But I also feel like I could 10 miles and be fine. Even if my joints hurt, I don't think I could feel them at this point.
Off to class...hope I can concentrate enough to contribute to conversation - although, I'm terrified of what I might actually say. Yikes!
14 September 2005
Similarities
I don't know what I was expecting, really, except an entirely different demographic.
But what I've found at IU, in comparison to my Taylor years, is that there are way too many similarities, when it comes down to it.
Taylor is known for its beautiful people. Its intimidatingly gorgeous, rich student body is well known throughout the small liberal arts Christian college realm and perhaps beyond.
What I wasn't prepared for here in Bloomington is an equal, if not greater, ratio of incredibly beautiful people, who are equally as wealthy.
The car models are new and newer. The clothes and shoes and aviator sunglasses are just as posh. The hair is dyed and streaked just as many times. And the bling is equally as obvious.
Sometimes I just feel like this is Taylor expanded 100 fold.
Then I hear the stories kids tell on the bus about their weekends, or I choke through the back doors of the library where everyone and their mother takes their cigarette break, or I feel intimidated ever so slightly to mention that I go to church, don't drink very often, or happen to love God very much.
That's when I remember that I was blessed with Taylor, that I'm blessed to be far from it, and that I'm blessed to be here among this chaos which is truer to life than anything I've previously experienced.
Taylor and IU - similiar - who knew?
But what I've found at IU, in comparison to my Taylor years, is that there are way too many similarities, when it comes down to it.
Taylor is known for its beautiful people. Its intimidatingly gorgeous, rich student body is well known throughout the small liberal arts Christian college realm and perhaps beyond.
What I wasn't prepared for here in Bloomington is an equal, if not greater, ratio of incredibly beautiful people, who are equally as wealthy.
The car models are new and newer. The clothes and shoes and aviator sunglasses are just as posh. The hair is dyed and streaked just as many times. And the bling is equally as obvious.
Sometimes I just feel like this is Taylor expanded 100 fold.
Then I hear the stories kids tell on the bus about their weekends, or I choke through the back doors of the library where everyone and their mother takes their cigarette break, or I feel intimidated ever so slightly to mention that I go to church, don't drink very often, or happen to love God very much.
That's when I remember that I was blessed with Taylor, that I'm blessed to be far from it, and that I'm blessed to be here among this chaos which is truer to life than anything I've previously experienced.
Taylor and IU - similiar - who knew?
12 September 2005
Finding Myself
Bertie, my housemate, came downstairs with a book she wanted to share on Saturday night. It's called: The Enneagram: A Christian Perspective. And before anyone rejoices or gets bent out of shape because it says "Christian" - just hold on. It's awesome.
We found out (by Bertie reading it out loud to me) that I am a #5, with severe bits of #1 - a combo which is not actually possible on the Enneagram. But it's true. When she was reading things from the section on #5: The Need to Perceive, I kept saying, "Yes, that's ME!" It's was enlightening and freeing, to know I'm not the only one like me (although - I've been finding that out here in Library School - we're all very very much alike).
I wanted to include some of the greatest lines from the section about me. These writers know how to use language, just you wait:
"They sense in themselves an abyss of emptiness."
"Their inner world is the only free space in which they could [as children] move undisturbed."
"A lack of security and the feeling of homelessness and loneliness can lead to Fives' creeping inside themselves like an animal that plays dead when danger approaches." (Wow! I'd never have been able to put those words with that feeling, but now that you mention it...just kidding, I think. Emphasis is mine.)
"By nature they are monks, hermits, ascetics [professions I've always dreamed about - honestly - since childhood I've been overly intrigued with monks and ascetics], bookworms, LIBRARIANS..." (Seems that I've picked the right profession, huh?)
"Their eyes are like vacuum cleaners."
"Most Fives find too many people and too much closeness fatiguing and exhausting." (AMEN! I really thought that was just me! I'm glad it's not.)
Elaine, this one is for you: "Fives can take on schizoid traits; they can develop forms of autism..." (Guess Mom was right.)
And for all my dear friends who know me, this is the ultimate reason why I am a Five:
"When you touch a Five, [she] generally gives a start or jumps back."
If you want to know more about me, my pitfalls and my strong points, or anything about yourself, read this book:
The Enneagram: The Christian Perspective Richard Rohr and Andreas Ebert. New York: Crossroad Publishing, 2002.
We found out (by Bertie reading it out loud to me) that I am a #5, with severe bits of #1 - a combo which is not actually possible on the Enneagram. But it's true. When she was reading things from the section on #5: The Need to Perceive, I kept saying, "Yes, that's ME!" It's was enlightening and freeing, to know I'm not the only one like me (although - I've been finding that out here in Library School - we're all very very much alike).
I wanted to include some of the greatest lines from the section about me. These writers know how to use language, just you wait:
"They sense in themselves an abyss of emptiness."
"Their inner world is the only free space in which they could [as children] move undisturbed."
"A lack of security and the feeling of homelessness and loneliness can lead to Fives' creeping inside themselves like an animal that plays dead when danger approaches." (Wow! I'd never have been able to put those words with that feeling, but now that you mention it...just kidding, I think. Emphasis is mine.)
"By nature they are monks, hermits, ascetics [professions I've always dreamed about - honestly - since childhood I've been overly intrigued with monks and ascetics], bookworms, LIBRARIANS..." (Seems that I've picked the right profession, huh?)
"Their eyes are like vacuum cleaners."
"Most Fives find too many people and too much closeness fatiguing and exhausting." (AMEN! I really thought that was just me! I'm glad it's not.)
Elaine, this one is for you: "Fives can take on schizoid traits; they can develop forms of autism..." (Guess Mom was right.)
And for all my dear friends who know me, this is the ultimate reason why I am a Five:
"When you touch a Five, [she] generally gives a start or jumps back."
If you want to know more about me, my pitfalls and my strong points, or anything about yourself, read this book:
The Enneagram: The Christian Perspective Richard Rohr and Andreas Ebert. New York: Crossroad Publishing, 2002.
10 September 2005
You simply must check out my adorable niece on her first day of dance class.
Is anything cuter than tiny dancers?
Is anything cuter than tiny dancers?
09 September 2005
Night on the Town
Today I had my first mixer. And it just happened to be with a bunch of librarian-wannabes.
Surprisingly fun, I'll have to admit. The girl I sat next to shared my birthday. Another was a self-titled "self-deprecating Jew," and I thought of Elaine (merely for the Jewishness, however). Two others were a nontraditional couple - a new phenomenon for me to encounter. Another didn't shave her armpits and was wearing a tanktop. Most of them had just moved from the East coast (Maine, Maryland, Pennsylvania, DC) and one was from the Oregon coast. They kept flashing eastside/westside gang signs around and I felt a bit out of place considering I was severely outnumbered, being from the Midwest.
No one could understand the appeal to living here. We don't have good snowboarding mountains or oceans.
No, I assured them. We have farms, fields, and lots of oligotrophic lakes. We have roads that don't make sense and lots of flat land. Skiers and snowboarders won't like it here.
They talked about Lake Tahoe for a long time. I don't even know where that is. But thanks to my birthday maps, I can find out later tonight!
I had diet coke, while others had beer. I just can't bring myself to take this step to "lighten up," as some call it. But among strangers...why? I'd rather drink among friends for my safe, happy times. With strangers, it's not worth it. Not worth the cost, the ease with which I communicate, or the time. Maybe I won't talk to these again; maybe I will. If we become friends, I might consider having a social drink with them now and then. Maybe. Though I rarely feel like it. The appeal has continued dwindling over the past year.
I had lunch today with an old, old friend - an elementary, middle, and high school close friend. Hadn't seen her since high school graduation, really. It was fabulous. She hasn't changed, which I found comforting today.
The final first that occurred today was locking myself out of the house. At the most inopportune time - meaning when above friend was dropping ne off after lunch. She then had to take me to the library on campus so I could use the internet to locate my housemates, get a ride home and a way into the house.
Surprisingly fun, I'll have to admit. The girl I sat next to shared my birthday. Another was a self-titled "self-deprecating Jew," and I thought of Elaine (merely for the Jewishness, however). Two others were a nontraditional couple - a new phenomenon for me to encounter. Another didn't shave her armpits and was wearing a tanktop. Most of them had just moved from the East coast (Maine, Maryland, Pennsylvania, DC) and one was from the Oregon coast. They kept flashing eastside/westside gang signs around and I felt a bit out of place considering I was severely outnumbered, being from the Midwest.
No one could understand the appeal to living here. We don't have good snowboarding mountains or oceans.
No, I assured them. We have farms, fields, and lots of oligotrophic lakes. We have roads that don't make sense and lots of flat land. Skiers and snowboarders won't like it here.
They talked about Lake Tahoe for a long time. I don't even know where that is. But thanks to my birthday maps, I can find out later tonight!
I had diet coke, while others had beer. I just can't bring myself to take this step to "lighten up," as some call it. But among strangers...why? I'd rather drink among friends for my safe, happy times. With strangers, it's not worth it. Not worth the cost, the ease with which I communicate, or the time. Maybe I won't talk to these again; maybe I will. If we become friends, I might consider having a social drink with them now and then. Maybe. Though I rarely feel like it. The appeal has continued dwindling over the past year.
I had lunch today with an old, old friend - an elementary, middle, and high school close friend. Hadn't seen her since high school graduation, really. It was fabulous. She hasn't changed, which I found comforting today.
The final first that occurred today was locking myself out of the house. At the most inopportune time - meaning when above friend was dropping ne off after lunch. She then had to take me to the library on campus so I could use the internet to locate my housemates, get a ride home and a way into the house.
07 September 2005
Happy Birthday to Me!
I've been celebrating my birthday for the past month. But this past weekend it finally came and went, with a lot of fanfare. I celebrated it Friday and Monday. But that's alright by me.
I shouldn't pick favorites, but I have to admit that my favorite presents were the ginormous maps - one of the US and one of the World - given to me by my mother. (When my dad saw them in his room, waiting to be wrapped, he said, "who are those for?" with an air of disgust). I cannot wait to get those babies up on the wall.
Also of note is the 1970s collection of music from Time Life, meaning about 10 cds of great hits. Way to go Evan and Emily and Leslie!
I had to include this picture because, frankly, it's the best birthday cake my mom has ever done for me. She's a pro at the designing and decorating of birthday cakes - and this one, man, she won! It says, "Happy Birthday, Lana! our professional bookworm"
Random Medicinal Procedures
My roommate, Bertie, found a bottle of natural-looking herbal capsules sitting on the counter last week. They were left over from the natural medicinal cabinet of the roommate who moved out. The bottle says, "SUPER COLON CLEANSE" and promises to clean you out.
She began the process last night. At which time, Katie declared that this is much like cocaine for the colon. She dubbed this medicine "Colon Blow".
It's horrible to picture. It's even more horrible to smell (the actual capsules, sorry).
Bertie has reported "changes" today, after 4 doses.
Do not exceed 3 days worth of doses.
She began the process last night. At which time, Katie declared that this is much like cocaine for the colon. She dubbed this medicine "Colon Blow".
It's horrible to picture. It's even more horrible to smell (the actual capsules, sorry).
Bertie has reported "changes" today, after 4 doses.
Do not exceed 3 days worth of doses.
03 September 2005
Let's talk School
I'll clue you in quickly: I hate school.
High school was an especially awful time, college wasn't much better for the first two years. Then I began talking to people and made some friends, which allowed me to finish out on a positive note.
But being a student is not my favorite thing.
One might question this, knowing that I am now enrolled in graduate school - but I assure you, it is no different.
What I hate about it is the separate reality that college campuses impose on you, which is nowhere near real life situations.
I have finished my first week of classes and I'm excited, which seems to contradict my previous statements about hating school. What I have learned this week is that I hated school before.
Now, however, I'm taking classes that apply to my life - to my vocation - and this makes everything more relevant, more purposeful. There is no more Fit For Life crap classes or public speaking courses. It's full blown library and information courses.
I'd like to introduce you to the two courses that will change my life forever:
L505 The Organization and Representation of Knowledge and Information. It caters to OCD persons such as myself. Final project: figure out a way to classify and index a journal of class commentaries, article abstracts and summaries that we're keeping this semester. That I can do.
L524 Information Sources and Services. This caters to my love of reference sources by introducing us to nearly all the reference materials that we will interact with on a frequent basis as professionals. Final project: create a Pathfinder, which acts as a preliminary guide to outside users to help them understand any topic that I choose. Senior paper? I'll choose you. Feminism and Carol Gilligan. Piece of Cake!
And, while I don't love school - the schooly part of it - these classes rock my boat. So does my house, my roommates, and public transportation in the U.S.
High school was an especially awful time, college wasn't much better for the first two years. Then I began talking to people and made some friends, which allowed me to finish out on a positive note.
But being a student is not my favorite thing.
One might question this, knowing that I am now enrolled in graduate school - but I assure you, it is no different.
What I hate about it is the separate reality that college campuses impose on you, which is nowhere near real life situations.
I have finished my first week of classes and I'm excited, which seems to contradict my previous statements about hating school. What I have learned this week is that I hated school before.
Now, however, I'm taking classes that apply to my life - to my vocation - and this makes everything more relevant, more purposeful. There is no more Fit For Life crap classes or public speaking courses. It's full blown library and information courses.
I'd like to introduce you to the two courses that will change my life forever:
L505 The Organization and Representation of Knowledge and Information. It caters to OCD persons such as myself. Final project: figure out a way to classify and index a journal of class commentaries, article abstracts and summaries that we're keeping this semester. That I can do.
L524 Information Sources and Services. This caters to my love of reference sources by introducing us to nearly all the reference materials that we will interact with on a frequent basis as professionals. Final project: create a Pathfinder, which acts as a preliminary guide to outside users to help them understand any topic that I choose. Senior paper? I'll choose you. Feminism and Carol Gilligan. Piece of Cake!
And, while I don't love school - the schooly part of it - these classes rock my boat. So does my house, my roommates, and public transportation in the U.S.
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