Excited
I passed a test I don’t deserve to pass. Not that I am bragging I am smart (although I would not necessarily deny that either, LOL!), but because I barely studied for it—and that the test would qualify to be very easy (for some). What exam am I talking about? Drumroll please (………….) the Michigan Driver’s License written exam! Yehey! (I was reminded, tho, to have my eyes rechecked). Anyhoo…I am now licensed to bang cars into trees and poles under the guise of ’student driver’. A big thanks to Felipe who kept pushing my butt off to take it, and for the free breakfast that came with the exam. ;-D
Aside from my day starting out very good, I was itching to start my new job in the Blythe Owen project. After hearing from Dr. Flores last week that the music department has no budget for me to work for Dr. Doukhan this summer, Mrs. Mack wasted no time in hiring me right away, not to work more hours for the library, but for her, directly. She has a big pot of money scholastically called as the "faculty grant" which she is currently using for her research on Blythe Owen, and according to her, she could use someone like me to be a part of the team because I am an organized and intense worker. (Yeah, right. She should see my bedroom in a state of intense DISoganization, especially on weekdays.) I was more than happy to be a part of it, after all, my job description didn’t sound like work at all—creating a master list of all of Blythe’s works (which is a LOT), tracking people and manuscripts, writing bibliographies, learning juicy bits of her life from her actual diaries and letters, etc. And knowing Mrs. Mack, the list could go on and on and on…
So anyway, I was excited to start it today only to be held back by (1) a new mandate on shelf reading, approximately three shelves, daily, and (2) a cart full of Vivaldi scores and other opera scores to shelve. By the time I got done, all my energy reserved for Blythe had flown right off the window. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.
Also, the class trip to DC next week is beginning to shape up. Although I’m the complete oddball—the only female in the group, the newbie organ player, and the only foreign student, I have every intention to have fun and learn from the genius, Dr. Logan, and his so-called haven, the Library of Congress.
