Things I've learned from my first year of library school

It's officially been "summer" for a week now, and I've been reflecting a bit on my library experience so far.

I've learned a few things.
  • I don't have to read every word of every reading. I can get the gist and participate in discussion without killing myself with thoroughness.
  • It's good to have something productive to do. I like completing assignments.
  • It's OK to refuse to do homework on the weekends. Life's too short.
  • I don't have to be the best. Good enough is good enough.
  • I avoid other people's stress at all costs. I'd like to commiserate, but I don't want to hear it!
Overall, I'm pretty sure I still want to be a librarian. So I guess that's good. However, I know that realistically, no matter how much "instruction" I receive and how many projects I complete, I'm still going to experience a steep learning curve and training time wherever I end up. So really, I feel like at this point I'm just being exposed to the ins and outs of the field. Even after three years of this, I don't think I'll be a library expert or anything. And that's OK.

Also, I think my focus is more narrow than many of my colleagues'. I already work in a library; I more or less know what I want to do and where I'm headed; and really, I think each person's journey is different, regardless of academic training. So where I end up probably isn't dependent on this program.

The honest truth is I kind of just want to be done. Sure, I've learned some stuff. It's been kind of interesting. But my heart definitely isn't in it as much as it was/is when I study theology. But then again, reading the Church Fathers isn't going to pay the bills. So.

Two more years.

Theologian Thursday: Dorothy Day (1897-1980)

 I'm not sure if I would typically classify Dorothy Day as a theologian, but she did a lot of awesome work and wrote some pretty good stuff, and since I've been pretty fascinated with her this week I thought she'd make a good profile for this week's post.

Dorothy Day was a major player in the Catholic Worker Movement, which was founded by Peter Maurin. She advocated for social justice and equality for the poor and otherwise disenfranchised through nonviolent means.

One thing I find interesting is that she didn't convert to Catholicism until her daughter was born (despite the urging of her partner, Forster Batterham, to abort the pregnancy), and she decided to give her the spiritual upbringing she never experienced. Subsequently, she found in the Catholic Church a positive outlet for her longing to do good in the world.

She worked creating "houses of hospitality" to serve the poor and homeless. She organized farming communes to give people work to do and provide food to eat during the Great Depression. She practiced "voluntary poverty," as modeled by St. Francis of Assisi, in order to respond to the call of Jesus Christ on her life.


What you should read:
Ratings:
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Gender Equality:
She believed all people had a role in caring for the poor, and served right alongside Peter Maurin in his work. (I do wish she used gender inclusive language in her writing...  but I know that's just a symptom of the time period in which she lived.)
Environmental Sensibility:  
The local agricultural focus of  her work illustrates the value she saw in caring for creation. I think her love for the environment also comes out in her disdain of violence and the atomic bomb.
Heretical Tendencies:
Though many of her views were politically radical, I think for the most part her spiritual beliefs were on par with Catholic orthodoxy. She was catechized as an adult, was baptized (apparently conditionally because of her previous baptism in the Episcopal church), gave confession, and took communion. Her cause for canonization is currently open, and she is considered a "Servant of God."
General Badassery:
The fact that she was an outspoken anarchist and a subscriber to a Christian form of communism during the Red Scare is pretty badass.

What a confusion we have gotten into when Christian prelates sprinkle holy water on scrap metal to be used for obliteration bombing, and name bombers for the Holy Innocents, for Our Lady of Mercy; who bless a man about to press a button which releases death on fifty thousand human beings, including little babies, children, the sick, the aged, the innocent as well as the guilty.

Paper Crane Graffiti!


I don't think I've ever shared why I named my blog "Paper Crane Library."

Probably because it's not a very exciting story. I decided I needed a blog as I started library school, looked around my office for name inspiration, and saw a few tiny paper cranes I'd been folding in my spare minutes of work (which were plentiful last summer...). Then a few weeks later, when I was in Seattle for the MLIS program orientation, I found a little ceramic crane (pictured in my header) in a shop and bought it for good luck.

I don't really believe in luck. But I like the idea and the symbolism. Paper cranes are also supposed to symbolize peace. I like that too.

I was reminded of all this when I saw this article about a French artist who is creating "graffiti" with origami in Paris. Check out the article here, and this video: