Apr. 29th, 2007 09:10 am
Library dreams
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mizarchivistWhat I remember about the dream
was sitting around a table with a group of people, one of whom was co-worker, R., and a number of other folks I believe I know, but now can't make out the faces.
We were given a list of topics that needed to be researched. Our contest was to come up with something accurate and intelligent about the topics in 15 minutes. Of course now the list is faded like the faces. Whatever topic I ended up thinking about, I remember scribbling down notes as to what I'd do to illustrate my point: find reports given by ladies missionary groups. Something about the attitude of Foo people on Foo topic during or after the Civil War (or something of the sort). I remember everyone else got the "cool" topics, leaving me with something lame. However, I was sort of having f un.
All this was taking place in what felt like my high school's library, which was on 2 floors (and coincidentally my senior year homeroom (one of many- telling, innt?) I was wandering around, partly to go find the primary sources for my topic. I ran across a number of kids, teenagers, who were sitting at a table with newspapers and scissors. I sort of freaked out as only a librarian can, took away the scissors and handed them in at what looked to be a reference table (now the library looked like Alden, the main library at Ohio U). It turns out one of the reference staff there was the offending kids' mom. I explained what happened just as the kid came up looking all injured. It seemed possible that the newspapers were theirs, but in that case, better safe than sorry. The dream shifted before I found out if I was wrong or not.
After all that, I never did the research or the presentation. Oh well.
We were given a list of topics that needed to be researched. Our contest was to come up with something accurate and intelligent about the topics in 15 minutes. Of course now the list is faded like the faces. Whatever topic I ended up thinking about, I remember scribbling down notes as to what I'd do to illustrate my point: find reports given by ladies missionary groups. Something about the attitude of Foo people on Foo topic during or after the Civil War (or something of the sort). I remember everyone else got the "cool" topics, leaving me with something lame. However, I was sort of having f un.
All this was taking place in what felt like my high school's library, which was on 2 floors (and coincidentally my senior year homeroom (one of many- telling, innt?) I was wandering around, partly to go find the primary sources for my topic. I ran across a number of kids, teenagers, who were sitting at a table with newspapers and scissors. I sort of freaked out as only a librarian can, took away the scissors and handed them in at what looked to be a reference table (now the library looked like Alden, the main library at Ohio U). It turns out one of the reference staff there was the offending kids' mom. I explained what happened just as the kid came up looking all injured. It seemed possible that the newspapers were theirs, but in that case, better safe than sorry. The dream shifted before I found out if I was wrong or not.
After all that, I never did the research or the presentation. Oh well.
