So. Large Presentation looms…well…large.
I feel really betrayed. I thought library school was going to be a lot of, you know, sitting there…taking in lectures, quiet contemplation. Instead they’ve got us jumping through every academic hoop known to man.
“OKAY, cadet! Over the course of the next few weeks, you will read thousands of repetitive pages on bizarre, non-implementable theories; write papers that will be marked down if you use the word “very” (Thanks Per
Good luck on your presentation. So great you are the ‘calm (seeming) reassuring grad student’ I was the terrified annoyingly neurotic one: “I’m going to FAIL! I can’t DO this…HELP.” One of those ‘don’t give a shit’ people saved me from all that and I haven’t given a shit to this day.
The first semester is always the hardest. Good luck–it gets so much easier later.
As one who tends to throw up when threatened by such things, just remember to bring a bucket, towel and bottle of water.
heee, it sounds like you’re about to give birth in an old movie: ‘Quick, she’ll need some a hot bucket of water and some towels!’
I am, in a way.