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Adventures in Library School

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A bit of background: this summer I started my first semester toward a master's in library information science from the University of North Texas. The two classes I'm taking -- Intro to Information Professions and Intro to Information Organization -- start with several days of lecture, and the rest of the semester is totally online.

So I left for Denton (near Dallas) last Wednesday. I really had no idea what to expect, but I took a stack of magazines and books a foot high because I'd be reading a lot, right? Nope, didn't crack a single one. For five days, I was in lectures from 8 to 5. Then I was back at

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the hotel trying to grasp the Everest of assignments I'm expected to do in the next month and a half.

It was like we were all dumped at the start line of a marathon, expected to sprint to the end and then, btw, you can train for all this after we're done. I spent first 10 miles going, omgwtf???? Why did they ever accept me to this program I will never keep up!!!! Maybe I was smart 10 years ago at Auburn but here I am only old and dumb!!!!!! But I broke through the wall on day three and hit that familiar space where the class material and assignments were just blurs as I sped past them. I GOT it.

Now I'm back home in the real world where my calendar is covered with due dates and I have a few hundred pages of readings to get through everyday. But it's all fun!! How did I go 10 years before going back to graduate school???? This is my favorite thing in the world!
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