Yesterday, I participated in my first ever professional conference. A friend/classmate/colleague and I presented a research study we did for a class winter quarter. It was a small conference put on by the graduate school, so it was low-key and low-pressure, but it was a professional conference nonetheless. Good practice for the future and a nice addition to the resume. Because the conference was on a Wednesday, I had to skip my Wednesday afternoon class. It’s not the most stimulating class ever, so I wasn’t too broken up about it.
Then today I realized that the class I skipped yesterday was my very last class. The. Last. One. There are no more grad school classes to take. I have a two finals to write for next week and in NINE DAYS I will be walking across a stage in a silly hat and a cape like some sort of academic superhero to receive my degree.
Holy hell, how did that happen?
Grad school has been a wild, surreal, stressful, terrible, amazing two years. It seems like I started the program forever ago and yesterday. I alternate between feeling like I’ve got this and feeling like they really shouldn’t be allowed to graduate because I know nothing (Jon Snow). But here I am, applying for super amazing jobs that not that long ago I was in no way qualified for. And now I am. How about that.
My friends, my family, and especially Barrett have been patient, loving, supportive, and incredibly tolerant of my stressed-out panic attacks. They’ve celebrated and commiserated all the ups and downs and I would never, ever have done it without them.
And even while it’s been crazy and stressful, the last two years have been a wonderful period in my life. I’m so glad I took the leap. I learned so much and feel like I’m finally pursuing something that I’m passionate about. I’m so excited to see where things are going to go from here.
Master of the Universe in 9…8…
This is it. The day I’ve been working towards for over two years, since the day I decided to go back to school to get my Masters degree.
Today, I defend my portfolio. The culmination of all the work I have done in the MLIS program. I’m going to stand up in front of a panel of professors and professionals and show them what I’ve learned.
Today is the reason nobody sees me anymore. The reason I missed dinners and barbecues and birthday parties. I was in my cocoon, preparing for today, and now it’s finally here.
So wish me well, friends, because the cocoon is about to split. It’s time to see if I turned into a butterfly.
Last final of the quarter turned in. Five quarters down, one to go. Time for a drink.
I just applied for my first archives job ever. Kind of freaking out.
Not just me, though. You’ll also be helping out a really awesome non-profit community archive. If you’ve got 15 minutes, I’m looking for participants for a short survey as part of a usability study on the South Asian American Digital Archive.
The purpose of the study is to gain a deeper understanding of how and for what purposes the archive is used, what user needs are being met, and what can be improved upon. The information we collect will be used to improve the interaction and usability of the archive. Participation in this study is voluntary and anyone over the age of 18 may participate.
If you agree to participate, please click on the link or go to saadauserstudy.tumblr.com. The study will ask you to perform a few simple searches on the SAADA website and answer questions based on your interactions. No personal information will be accumulated or saved. If you would like more information about this study or have any questions, please let me know or you can contact the research team at saadauserstudy at gmail dot com.
The research is part of a grad school project I’m working on, so all I can offer in exchange is gratitude, but you’ll get that in spades. :) Please reblog and help me get the word out!