Thursday, July 9, 2009

Chapter One: I am born.



Aspiring to be a writer and aspiring to be a librarian are two very different things. They may sound the same: they both deal with books, the consequences of words on paper, and the blatant obsessiveness to contribute something productive to the societies in which we live. Look at me: I'm incapable of creating a blog without knowing I've made it the best it can be. And when I think about it, I guess the basics of our jobs are the same. The intricacies are just a little bit different. Did you guess which one I picked yet?

I hear people listen to my future plans and slowly say, "Librarian. (insert long pause here) So you're going to stamp books?" My own parents were especially inquisitive about how I was going to make a living (read: when am I finally going to move out).

But I've always known this is what I was meant to do. In my opinion, a life without learning is a life not worth living. Now that I write that down, I fear I have just plagiarized some historically important figure like Ben Franklin or Helen Keller. To my knowledge, I didn't, in case you were wondering.

So this blog, started as an assignment, is for me. My entire degree is for me, and that's okay. There's no sense in spending six years of school working for someone else. So take from it what you will. Grade it (please be kind), comment on it (I'll respond), or just read it. Enjoy!

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