I haven’t written a while, so I decided to bring my laptop to the laundromat and gather my thoughts amid the gentle hums of the wash cycle. I must come to the laundromat at the same time of day without realizing it, because every time I’m here, Full House is on TV. This time, it’s the one where Stephanie accidentally drives the fancy red car into the kitchen. Classic.
Anyway, I’ve come to realize another distinct characteristic of library school students. It can be a dangerous thing to put so many librarians-in-training in a room together, because we all (myself included) tend to display certain inherent traits that have led us all to the world of librarianship. One trait in particular is our quiet and shy nature. Now, we probably don’t exhibit this characteristic all the time, but the classroom setting brings it out almost immediately. This becomes evident when we, as a class, are forced (note my lack of enthusiasm—disdain, even) to break up into groups to discuss one thing or another. The professor always instructs us to “choose a representative to take notes and then report your findings to the class.” This is the part that gets awkward. As soon as the professor gives this order, all pairs of bespectacled eyes dart around in a circle, trying to pinpoint who is the least averse to accepting the task. But, since these are librarians I’m talking about, that person rarely exists. Occasionally, there is a person who really can’t even stomach the thought of being The Talker, and this person will make their discomfort known by saying something to the effect of, “I really don’t want to do it,” or, “Please, for the love of god, don’t make me do it.” Eventually, someone begrudgingly steps up to the plate, and I am always eternally grateful to him/her. I am definitely not the one who commits this huge act of altruism, but I’m waiting for the buck to eventually pass to me. Nine weeks to go—I wonder when my lucky day will come.