Haven't had much time for blogging lately, as it is final exams time and I have been quite busy with homework.. I was stressing so over my research paper for Cataloging class that I actually made myself a little ill. I have really struggled in that class; I knew it would be hard, but I didn't think I would hate it so very, very much.
I crept onto campus to deliver my paper and beg off of the final class; it's a night class, and I didn't think I would last until 9 PM, and the wretched ride home after on the night bus.
"Oh, too bad," my Catalog prof said. "You would enjoy this class."
"What is it?"
"Cataloging of non-book materials."
"Oh. No, I wouldn't enjoy that. Let Ulrik have it; he's taking Advanced Cataloging."
"Yes, he is. And so should you."
I gaped at her. "Are you kidding? I'm hanging on in this class by the skin of my teeth!"
She waved her hands. "Oh, you're fine." (Well, I'm OK, once she delivered a giant heap of extra credit for us to do.)
"I don't know what your career path is ..." she continued.
"Oh, you should definitely take it then. You'll need it."
"Please don't say that ... you're scaring me."
"I'm telling you ..."
"But I hate it."
"Yes, you'll always hate descriptive cataloging. But that's OK. I hate it too."
You wouldn't know this from some of the, ahem, discussions we got into in class. I was quite sure she would be delighted to see the back of me.
"I feel faint," I said.
Sh brandished my research paper. "But you did your paper on Colon Classification. I mean you actually read it!"
"I have to go," I said, and I did.
Fear the proselytizing Catalogers! (Although, I have to say, my heart softened toward her after she made a fizzbin reference in class one day. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one in class who got it, too.)