Avoid the green ones

I should be in bed.

It's 1:30 a.m., and I have Reference at 8 tomorrow morning.

But instead I'm sitting here, eating far too many Starburst candies than is good for me and listening to uber sappy Blue Rodeo songs.

And I wonder what am I doing here?

For the past few days I've been walking around with a slightly euphoric feeling, where things just feel right. I've made good decisions in the past year, even if I was once unsure of them.

Glad to be alive, glad to be alive, glad to be alive...

Everything this semester is clicking. By the end of the last one I was slightly doubtful about the world in general. Was I really in the right program? Did I choose the right school? Did I follow the right path, or am I just flailing wildly on the side of the road?

Glad to be alive, glad to be alive, glad to be alive...

I've discovered that I know a lot more than I thought. Such as this morning in Subject Analysis and Indexing, when I found myself intelligently discussing how to use the Sears' Subject Headings book properly with my group members, and they were all nodding and agreeing. When the hell did this happen? In high school I was always slightly insecure, unable to give up answers, especially when picked upon.

But now, at this higher level, I understand things. I want to learn things. I look forward to getting up for class, I enjoy the mental challenge of trying to grasp the basics of MARC21 and AACR2. I like analysing different materials, and attempting to catagorize them. A place for everything and everything in it's place.

[Which sounds odd coming from me, one of the most disorganized, messy people I know]

I suppose we need order in our lives somewhere, no?

In short, I look forward to my future profession.

I look forward to years of hunching over a computer, developing carpal tunnel, dealing with unruly patrons, and becoming that cranky librarian that everyone avoids.

Not to mention a lifetime of books to smell. That's possibly the greatest satisfaction of it all!

It was high, high on a hill
Where she'd go at night
And stand in the snow-covered field
Looking across the lake
To lights in town
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive

A still winter's night
With Christmas stars
Shining so bright
And the wind knew her song
So he cried and sang along
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive

A still winter's night
With Christmas stars
Shining so bright
And the wind knew her song
So he cried and sang along
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive

Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive
Glad to be alive

So glad
To be
Alive