My nonrefundable deposit is in. I have a notice of matriculation in my hot little hands. I've registered for classes in the fall of 2009.
I think I might have a heart attack.
This, folks, is IT. There's no going back once you've started grad school at a place like SU. I mean, a year's tuition is like A MILLION DOLLARS. Or twenty thousand dollars, which may as well be a million dollars even for someone like me who's perfectly stable, financially speaking. And, frankly, mentally and physically speaking. Boring, I know, but if you're looking for a future librarian who's also a nutcase, then you've got the wrong blog.
But it's not the money that has me all atwitter. SU is helping a lot of students in that department (for which we are, of course, eternally grateful). It's the change of identity. By the time I graduate, in May 2011 if all goes well, I'll be a working librarian instead of a gigging flamenco dancer. Maybe I'll do both, but still--for the first time in my life instead of saying, "I'm a dancer" I'll say, "I'm a librarian. (Oh, and a flamenco dancer.)" Worlds collide.
Speaking of worlds colliding, dance librarianship seems like a no-brainer. The question is, how many dance libraries--or libraries with a dance collection--are there? TONS! Or at least, more than you'd expect. Some are part of music collections, some are listed in museums, and most are in the US, if the SIBMAS International Directory of
Performing Arts Collections and Institutions has it right.
So, hell! I haven't even started grad school and I have a plan. No need to panic, here. In fact, I'm dancing a jig.