MLIS in hand

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Well, it’s done! My two years in exchange for that diploma that says I am now a Master of Library and Information Science are over.

Life has been moving ever so quickly the last few weeks. Derek and I had successful interviews, the both of us. Derek earned a position at Trader Joe’s and I have a full-day interview next week. I started two part-time jobs. I turned in my last assignments. Tonight I finally finished grading!

On Sunday, Derek and I attended my graduation ceremony and then we had a party to celebrate. It was lovely. A huge thunderstorm hit right as the party started, like it was washing away all the stress of the past two years.

Graduated!

Graduated!

Derek & Dana

Derek & Dana

My new SLIS pin

My new SLIS pin

 

I can’t say I know where we’re going or what choices we’ll be making in the next few months. I can say that I’m so happy, I’m so in love, and I’m ready to start the next stage.

Stuck in the past, stuck in the basement

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Reblogged from Derangement and Description:

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So yesterday @mandahill posted a link to a Library Journal article that ruffled a few folders. "OMG," said the archivists, collectively, "did he really just SAY that about us?" Oh yes. Yes he did.

Hey Professor Stephens: a lot of the things you'd like to see librarians doing, archivists are already pretty good at. Helping users find things? Creating localized collections?

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A little pushback from the laughter of my SLIS colleagues towards Professor Salo's commencement speech when she said, "Archivists, you think you're safe in the past?"

(We don't. Read our journals, and then you'd know.)

MAC 2013

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The response to our session on my podcast, Sound of the Archives, at the Midwest Archives Conference today has been so overwhelming, enthusiastic, and positive. We really didn’t expect such a turnout on a Saturday morning, nor did I expect people stopping me in the hall to say kind words, hugs, and even an offer for a donation. People said they were inspired, that we had a lot of interesting things to say, and a lot of useful advice. It is amazing to me that something I thought of as abstract and far-off become something real, and that I had the chance to celebrate that creation today. I should mention that today’s success couldn’t have happened without Rick Pifer, our chair, or Prairie and Laura.

I’m just really happy. I’m also really happy to be home. I took a long walk (listening to this great TED Radio Hour), read Twitter self-centeredly looking for references to us, and now I just really want to see Derek and eat that Indian food he’s bringing home for me. :)

are you sure?

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I had spent all day inside because I woke up feeling sick and wanted rest, but around 4 o’clock I was itching to go outside to feel Spring slowly seep back in. Most of the snow is finally gone; the small bits left are dirty enough to just be considered mud. The lakes are still frozen over and the grass around here looks appropriately smashed. I decided to take a quick walk around the block to just see, but then I put on Radiolab’s latest episode about (un)certainty. And I kept walking until it was over.

It was one of those episodes that on the surface had nothing to do with me. One man loses his faith in religion, another woman is a professional poker player, and another woman is the victim of brutal sexual assault. Going deeper though, of course they all relate to me: they all deal with the mindset of being, or feeling, certain with your own actions.

Sometimes it feels like you read, or listen, or watch something because you were Meant to, because something Bigger Than You pushed it onto your plate, because it’s what you needed to hear for whatever reason. I don’t actually believe that — what I actually believe, or I think I believe, because I struggle with even the concept and principle of belief, but that’s another story for another sentence-interrupting dash, is some sort of mixture of society following emotional trends and that we read ourselves in everything and that my friends share things on Facebook that speak to me because we’re often in the same situations — but it did feel like a very appropriate episode to listen to, about six weeks away from graduation.

Graduations are so ingrained in our collective celebrations partly because of how much choice, luck, and unknowns are embedded in them. I’m so happy to be done with the day-to-day school work and multiple jobs all over campus. I’m so sad that the group of friends that I finally found will be splitting up in six weeks. And I’m so scared of what’s ahead, or not ahead. A graduation always means the question of a job will come up: will it be “just a job”? Will it be a career? Will it be something that just postpones the need for “just a job” like more graduate school?

This is the first time in my life that I don’t have something prepared for the near future. After high school, there was Berkeley. After Berkeley, there was a planned year off of working and then graduate school. Even in-between semesters I usually had an idea of what I would do because I knew where I would work. The time closest to now was the three-month period of unemployment after finishing up my time at Berkeley … and really, three months of job applications ain’t bad for the economy of 2010 in the Bay Area.

Here are the things I feel certain about: death, taxes, my parents’ support & care, and my commitment to Derek (though even that took a while for me, but maybe that’s for a conversation over a cup of coffee). Here are the things I feel uncertain about: what I really want out of life, where I belong, what I’m good at, what I know, where I’ll be in six weeks, where I’ll be in a year, what our wedding will be like, who my friends will be, what our income will be like, where we’ll live after our lease runs out in August, and where we’ll end up living. There’s more but I’m probably uncertain about what that even is.

I thought that after my graduation, I’d really have no idea, and I’d look around and just see despair from all of my classmates because it would all take us 9 months to a year to find something. Summer looks a bit planned out, though, and I have a backup plan. Even more importantly, my friends are finding jobs. I have an interview coming up. Derek is trying to branch out, too, and hears good things. Derek and I were talking about how weird it is, how surreal it is, that any time now, something might come up that completely alters our path. We have these hazy ideas of what it might be like so we’re thankfully not in a state of panic until August, when our lease is up, but even that could easily change. We have places we’d ideally love to move to but overall, we know we have to be flexible now. It’s scary and it’s uncertain and we are completely aware of the fact that we have no idea what’s ahead.

I’m not about to say that this brings me no cause for alarm because I’ve figured out how to handle everything emotionally, mentally, spiritually. I definitely stay up too late thinking about budgets and income, and plans, and new ideas (this happened a lot at the end of Berkeley graduation; I could only think about opening up a stall at the farmer’s market featuring “tri-cakes” with different kinds of jam as toppings … now I mostly think of weird podcast ideas), and our future. I’m an American consumerist who would really, really love a better home with more natural light and clean corners. I think and worry about making new friends, about loving my new neighborhood, about genuinely wanting to be around co-workers. I worry about not getting offered anything. I worry about failure and being ashamed of myself for not getting an important enough job. I worry about my work not being “archive-y” enough because before this year, that’s what I mostly had imagined for myself. I think and worry about getting into the wrong first job, or accepting a job without knowing that a More Perfect job is around the corner and if only I had waited …

But it’s true, too, that I haven’t let the worrying take over my life. In the Radiolab episode, the poker player speaks to her fundamental strategy of embracing uncertainty. To listen to a conversation about just giving in and embracing it all made me feel so serene. I know nothing is certain, but this feels like one of those moments when I’m going to really learn how to take that leap of faith. Our lives aren’t certain, but mostly they aren’t static. Post-graduation doesn’t mean end-life. Marriage doesn’t mean settling. Holding a Master’s in Library and Information Science doesn’t even mean that I’ll be an archivist. I will have to choose a path soon, a path that I maybe didn’t intentionally carve out or one that I didn’t imagine, but the beauty of it is that if I don’t like it, I’m certain that I can choose again.

enough

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Less than a week ago I had coffee with a friend and, since then, have been trying to think of a way to write about our conversation. It struck me the most because when I took a step back, I realized that unfortunately most conversations fell along the same vein. I haven’t spoken to a friend in a long time that truly seems to be enjoying his or her time here in grad school.

We feel tired, pulled around, weary, overworked, and undervalued. We feel nervous, anxious, and completely unsure about the future. We hope that what we’re doing is enough, but we worry it’s not enough. But if we did more? We wouldn’t sleep, we wouldn’t see our loved ones, and it probably still wouldn’t feel like enough.

Library school is a strange beast for many. For some, it’s theoretical and encourages needed research into literacy studies, education, copyright law, and more. For others, it’s a way to stay inside a cocoon of learning to experiment and play and receive lots of federal loans that we don’t have to think about yet (but should). For most, it’s a stepping stone to the day-to-day job. It’s a way to not even get a leg up on everyone else in the job market, but to be on at least equal ground. It’s a way to have a career that allows you to do many things and probably, hopefully, ideally get home by 6pm to focus on family, friends, drinking, food, reading, and other entertainment.

I think that I personally came in as the first two and have shifted into the latter majority. I just want out by now. I want to graduate and I want to keep learning in the workplace. My cup feels full enough here; the greatest rewards are continued contact with my friends (over rum or whiskey) and the chance to get internships simply because I’m in library school. Everyone I’ve spoken to about this has the same ache, the same word repeating through their heads: “done.” We want to be done. Others who might feel more optimistic and driven, and less deflated, are repeating the words “two months, two months, two months …”

A quote and some advice that has gotten me through hard times in school is that “comparison is the thief of joy.” The places one can go with an MLIS are extremely varied and thus, my colleagues’ activities were just as varied; most of it sounded great, and most of it made me feel like I wasn’t doing enough. There’s two strains to this though: one of them is feeling inadequate because you aren’t working as hard, but the other one — the one most of us are plagued with — is the itch in your brain that says “Would I like that better?”

Because when you’re tired, and feel too busy, and not really satisfied with a majority of your classes, and you’ve reached your learning curve on the job, and really instead of imaging yourself as a leader at the forefront of historical societies across the nation you like to imagine you can run away to Slovenia, it’s easy to see it as a matter of being unsatisfied with this work. I know that when nights get long and the list of things to do seems to get longer, I feel like if I just enjoyed my work completely, that then I’d be happy with these lists, and I’d be motivated all week long to work hard. Since that’s not happening, I must not enjoy my field, I must have picked the wrong career, I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere in undergrad, and where will I go now?

I don’t have a good answer for any of the above. I don’t have a good answer for getting through the next few months until I graduate or how to ease my anxieties about where we will live and how we will make a living. I don’t have a good answer for feeling good enough or feeling like I’ve kept up with enough. Like my friend said, there is too much to read, and too much to watch, and too much to know, and honestly too many bloggers spouting philosophies of how to live. I don’t have a good answer for the itch in your brain that wonders if there’s something better. All I know is that I did choose this path, and I am going to finish this degree. I don’t think I, or any of my friends, chose the wrong path because there’s no record in existence that has the answers. We make it up as we go along. What we’re doing is enough and sometimes we’re going to really enjoy it, and other times we aren’t. Not only is comparison the thief of joy, but most often you are comparing yourself to the things that other people want you to see, and not the tedious day-to-day or the desperate long nights. It can take a lot to remember that when you’ve just finished a dreadfully boring day or an all-too challenging day.

I will be happy for what my colleagues find to do, but what really matters to me now is that I get time with Derek, that I can sleep in with our kittens cuddling against us, that I can still read interesting books, that we’ll find uneventful mornings for a good brunch and that, hopefully, once I find my next adventure, I’ll feel fulfilled there. I can only wish the same for you.

 

[added a few hours later]

As a side note, while skimming Pinterest I came across this, which I felt was apt.

Difference between giving up and enough

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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You're a Hoot -- Love, Dana

You’re a Hoot — Love, Dana

For the past few years, I’ve been sending out Valentine’s Day notes via a photo — the last two years included Derek as well. This year, we didn’t have time before Valentine’s Day, but I did get these cute owl valentines from Judy on Etsy. Yay Etsy!

Valentine's Day 201: Dana

Valentine’s Day 2010: Dana

Valentine's Day 2011: Dana & Derek

Valentine’s Day 2011: Dana & Derek

Valentine's Day 2012: Dana & Derek

Valentine’s Day 2012: Dana & Derek

I guess I like love. And pink. And hearts. And mostly getting an excuse to eat really rich food …

programming for the public!

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Assuming most people who read this blog enjoy libraries, cultural institutions, museums, and/or history, I have one question to ask of you:

Tell me about your favorite experience (or many of the best of your experiences!) at one (or more!) of the above. I’m looking mostly for events you went to that you loved, programs they put on, workshops that taught you a lot, a community that you joined around one of them, etc. What about a social media campaign? Did you participate? Was that your favorite experience?

Comment, or email me at danaegerber@gmail.com to chat about it. :)

another snow day in Madison

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I’m back from vacation, and I’ve been in school for just about two weeks now. As expected, my drive is still drained. I’m not entirely sure what to do about it.

Last semester was an extremely busy one, as I said (multiple) times here. I spent the year trying to find a good balance, to do my work well but to play hard too. So, this semester, I’m still technically working 4 jobs and taking 4 classes, but I actively tried to downsize. Many tasks from the podcast were delegated (thanks Eric, Laura, Prairie, and Sarah!), organizations I was more actively involved with I decided to either make my boundaries clear or to just leave if I wasn’t able to provide enough of my own attention, I put little breaks between places I need to be so that I’m not rushing all day, I’ve been getting to bed before midnight, and so on.

So I don’t feel so stressed, but it’s been harder to actually get much done, especially at home. Today I had a snow day that was supposed to be an all reading, all homeworking day, but nope. I had a slow lunch, the kittens and I watched the snow, the kittens and I watched the vehicles scooping up all of the snow, I played a game, I’ve been looking at Pinterest, and relaxing.

It is just the first two weeks. Everyone is moving slowly and letting things settle in. But, I think I’m still struggling to find the right work/life balance for me. I don’t want to be a workaholic, but I don’t want to be lazy and unproductive, either.

My winter break was truly wonderful: not only did I get engaged to my best friend, but I also got to spend a lot of time in California with my parents. I cooked and baked for them, we went on a few outings (including a little hike to a beautiful waterfall near my parents’ home), and I took care of my dying cat, Cally. She died January 18th, four days after I left home, and though I miss her and love her, I’m so happy she spent such a happy and long life with us (20 years!). I feel very thankful for the time I got to spend with her, and with my parents.

The problem is that I can’t stop remembering how peaceful I felt putting those ingredients together to bake a sweet treat or to make something new for dinner. I usually mess up vacations by staying busy, not getting enough sleep, or doing nothing that I can remember, but this time my vacation made me feel blissful. Instead of feeling rejuvenated, I just miss it.

My future professional plans are changing a bit. I’m not so focused on Archiving as I saw it when I came in to school. I value my teaching experience, my public services experience, but now I also value our dream of a little cheese shop and my fondness for cooking. Instead of imagining myself in a room filled with boxes to be organized, now I can see myself doing outreach, marketing, and workshop programming part-time and maybe podcasting part-time (Eastern European history podcast anyone?). I want to sleep enough, cook for us enough, explore new places enough, and exercise enough. And we can live above our tiny, successful cheese shop.

My time back has gotten me worried that I somehow lost all ambition. But I think my ambitions are just switching tracks, and I think, and hope, that’s okay.