So this is the part where library school gets insanely boring. This is the part where I realize that I’m in a professional program and there’s no real room for asking questions. I know I sound like a horrible spoiled child even complaining, because I’m SO lucky to be in any graduate program and do I KNOW how bad it is for people in the real world? Et cetera, et cetera, repeat until you or I vomit.

I’m just glad it’s the Spring of my Discontent, rather than the winter, because discontent is much less bearable in the winter. Now I can nick off and go to a park and watch the clouds turn into Nick Belkin and Evil Dewey. I will just hang in there until it is thesis time.

The nice part is that even though school no longer has me in its intellectual grip, I am aware that there are other challenges to be had. Back to pleasure reading, now that I am an assigned-reading skimmer. Back to gardening, now that I won’t spend hours agonizing over a paper. Back to doo-in it with out thought or care about how much sleep I’m going to end up with. No more Pretty Princess in my nine-thirty class, but at least I am extra-curricular again.