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2: Management I: Defeated by a book report

My first class in library school was Management. I was very excited. I was Going to Be a Librarian. The first assignment was a two-page report on a management title of our choice. Yes, a book report. I chose what I thought would be a profound and instructive text from the Harvard Business School. IContinueContinue reading “2: Management I: Defeated by a book report”

Library school diaries 1

Join me on a look back at my decision to return to school at 31 to get a Master’s degree in Library and Information Science at Wayne State University. I’ll also share a subsequent tale of high adventure: I survived a hurricane at Disney Springs. I’ll talk about the most important lessons I learned inContinueContinue reading “Library school diaries 1”

Radicals Become Librarians

Originally posted on Finnian Burnett:
Welcome to Sonya Schryer Norris, author of the Katherine Philips research blog series with a new guest post. Radicals Become Librariansby Sonya Schryer Norris Photo by Sasha • Stories on Unsplash In 1991, during my sophomore year of college at Michigan State, I planned to live on a commune after graduation. We’d count…

The tragedy of a B+, the long-term consequences of a crying jag, and cataloging mischief

Over the next two months I will unwind my Library School Diaries. I attended Wayne State from 2003-2006. https://youtu.be/GfEPDmbxHGY This is what I learned about diversity in action when I was writing this series. I’ll be showing it as a personal life lesson about choosing graphics in a workshop I teach statewide on library siteContinueContinue reading “The tragedy of a B+, the long-term consequences of a crying jag, and cataloging mischief”

A pause for Snakelady station identification

Greetings readers, this is a heads up on what’s coming in the next few months. It’s been great to have February to write about whatever came up, but I’m on to new series! At the end of this week I’ll do a formal promo of my Library School Diaries posts about my time at WayneContinueContinue reading “A pause for Snakelady station identification”