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About forty hours a week to be exact. (see what I did there? “about” to be “exact” – no?)

What’s great about having a job in terms of this oft abandoned blog is that I have fun work related things to blog about, but what’s not fun about it is by the time I get home I’m tired and mustering up enthusiasm to entertain a giant puppy.

I have no real complaints though, because after spending three years working to get my library credentials, I have them and now they’re paying me to do librarianing on a daily basis. How great is that? Today I had this moment, when I got home and set my purse down on the table and reached down to pet my dog – this, “Oh my god, I’m a grown up with a career. When did that happen?” moment. And, let me tell you, it’s all kinds of awesome.

I don’t know that I have any huge insights into the library world yet. I’ve learned a few things about myself. This week I had a group of undergraduate students, mostly first years, in the library classroom for the general intro to the library and its databases class. I’ve done a few of these now, well seven, I keep statistics, but the point is, this wasn’t my first time teaching this class, and I have been teaching undergrads in some way shape or form for about four years now. The sessions are 50 minutes long, held in the library, and their instructor is always there. On Monday, I had to threaten to separate two students because they wouldn’t stop talking. Dude. This is COLLEGE. Your instructor is ten feet from you. I am looking directly at you. Why are you unable to whisper or even stage whisper. Geez. I don’t care if you don’t want to learn. That’s your deal. I am not going to write off a student, and I will do whatever I can to help a student that asks for it or even those that aren’t really sure how to ask for it, but if you want to check your email on your phone during class, so be it. (I always find this hilarious though, because we give them netbooks, YOU CAN USE THE NETBOOK TO CHECK YOUR EMAIL RIGHT UP THERE ON THE TABLE THAT IS LESS OBVIOUS THAN DUCKING DOWN TO LOOK AT YOUR PHONE UNDER THE TABLE. Hilarious.) I know that sometimes you need to send or receive a text while in class, or check your email. Multi-tasking is built in to our culture, so even if you don’t “life or death” need to, we’re so used to being constantly connected that it could really feel like a life-or-death need. I tend to take a framer view and believe that your rights only extend so far as the person next to you. So you can prevent your own learning, but you will NOT disrupt my entire classroom.

I’ve been nervous about this. I’m about a decade older than my students, but don’t always look it, and try to be friendly, interactive, and not stuffy (academic casual). I wasn’t sure what would happen if I had to be a disciplinarian. I’m not afraid of being in charge, I’ve worked with small children a lot and had to reign them in countless times, but I’m physically bigger than them. If I’m telling a 20 year old guy who is 6 inches taller than me that he needs to stop disrupting my class, that can be intimidating (to me, not him). See, but I wasn’t intimidated. I looked at him, and asked him if I was going to have to separate them, right here, in a college class, and that seemed to do the trick. Then ten minutes later, from the other side of the room, chatter, and I didn’t want to stop again, to talk to another student that felt like admitting defeat to the class, so I just locked eyes on that kid and stared directly at him for an incredibly uncomfortable amount of time, and kept talking to the class normally. I even pointed at the board, while looking directly at the kid, and it worked, and frankly, it was kind of funny. I don’t want to be a huge power tripper, and I try to prevent this kind of behavior by constantly moving around the room, looking each student in the eye, and trying to find ways for them to participate, but it’s good to know, that if I have to, I can be the bad guy.

I’m not normally a fan, but my day was 9 degrees of stupid. Nothing I did worked, and if I just looked at something computer related it broke. Then I went to HEB and the overshare check out girl made. my. day. Thank you thank you thank you for sharing your dream with me. <3s and *s L.L.

As a general rule, I don’t go into water inhabited by things that can eat me.  I grew up on a lake.  The biggest dangers were zebra mussels and E. Coli.  In 2002, I spent two months living on the Gulf Coast 100 yards from the beach.  The day we got there, one of my friends had an encounter with a sting ray.  I shuffled through the surf for the rest of my time there.  I completely freaked out one day when I saw fins, and was promptly told by a world-wise and oh-so-amused local that they were porpoises, not sharks.  (pause) But that the porpoises were dangerous too.  Rays, jellyfish, fish with pointy things, porpoises, sharks, and the ever-present fear of coming across a body thrown off an oil rig.  No thanks.  It really was pretty, and WARM water was totally new to me, but I’ll stick with lakes, thanks.

When I saw this today.  My heart stopped.  (but thankfully, promptly started again)

No, no, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

I read the NY Times article and was relieved to find out that “Marine biologists for the state of Massachusetts, [are] working with a commercial fisherman who is a talented swordfish harpooner,” but what they really need is a shark catcher.  I know comparisons to Jaws are obvious and uninspired but heysoos, sharks! here!  on the 4th of July!  Or, um, Labor Day, one of those holidays where we celebrate American’s plucky rebellion.

Thanks to “stubles22” for this observation that sounds JUST LIKE THE MAYOR OF AMITY!  “Really a big to do about nothing….sharks have been around Chatham forever, especially since the seal population has exploded. Closing the beach is silly; you’re more likely to get hit by lightning. Another media driven event!”

Revkin, A. (2009, September 6). White sharks cause stir on Cape Cod. The New York Times.
Retrieved from http://dotearth.blogs.nytimes.com

Yes, I get that it’s a good story, we all have internalized Jaws.  Maybe some people have a more “rational” understanding of sharks than I do.  I grew up on Nova.  I remember seeing a Nova episode on sharks where a researcher went into the cage and down into the sharky deep.  She was wearing the marine version of chain mail.  A shark came up to the cage, bit at it, mangled the bars AND BIT HER THUMB.  It was all bloody and had dangly things.  I have an unfortunately vivid memory of this.  Possibly because I watched it dozens of times, but still, it’s terrifying.

Speaking of Nova.  I’m also terrified of alligators and crocodiles.  Damn public television.  It’s not fear of the teeth and the bone-crushing biting, it’s the barrel rolls.  So it would bite me, then try to (well, not try, it would) drown me.  So, I imagine that I would be bleeding profusely, going into shock, spinning around under water and seeing flashes of light above the water then murkiness, then light then murkiness.  I find prospect of seeing the light every rotation terrifying because it would be this flash of life/hope, then dark/dirt/death.  I am SERIOUSLY terrified of alligators and crocodiles.

My friends and I went camping in a place with all kinds of deadly snakes, but no alligators (there aren’t crocodiles anywhere near here, but there ARE alligators in this state).  We were too far away from the coast to be in alligator danger, but I decided that the place we were going is a place that alligators would go if they got lost.  Sort of like the manatee that ends up in the East River.  It happens.  Before we went, I read all about alligators, and viewed the alligator-hunting statistics for the entire state.  It showed how many alligators had been killed in each county.  Yes, I am REALLY afraid of alligators.   I learned from public television that alligators have a hard time changing directions, so if you HAVE to run from an alligator, your best bet is to run zig zag.  So, when we went camping, in this alligator-free county, I would NOT wear flip flops.  Because, how the heck do you run zig zag in flip flops?  What if an alligator floated on up the river, climbed up the steep bank and into our campsite?  I was in sensible Tevas with an ankle strap and ready to zig zag away.

I really like to be prepared . . .

I think I’m going to watch Jaws.

Have a safe Labor Day!

Mostly because I'm not sure how to spell yeaahhgghhhblghargahhh!

I have been trying to make what should be a simple post for four days now. I have no idea what is wrong, and I want to be able to use some freaking css.

Grrr.

Here’s a Monday mini-Playlist (for when I’m feeling literal)

  1. I don’t like Mondays – The Boomtown Rats
  2. Monday, Monday – The Mamas & the Papas
  3. Monday, Monday, Monday – Tegan & Sara

I promise that some day soon I will have that post up, but it is no longer funny to me AT ALL.

Someday little children, someday soon.

(This song used to really mess me up as a child, it made me feel alone and hopeless. I think it was even worse than Puff the Magic Dragon. Thanks Sesame Street!)

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