I am in love with my professor.
Seriously. I sat through class last night with a dopey grin on my face and stars in my eyes, practically drooling over her pure amazingness as she went over our assignments for the semester. That's right - she. She went on and on about her high expectations of us which included quality written work, research papers, publication, doctorates, and more. She even expects us to learn not just from her but from each other. We will tread through the vast jungle of library land with her as our guide, but she will not be holding our hands. We will work and struggle, but we will also triumph as we attain new wisdom and a greater sense of professionalism for ourselves. We will walk away from this class better prepared to be the most fantastic librarians we can possibly be.
Yes, I am in love with my professor. Our first assignment: a scavenger hunt across all of library land. Let the hunt for knowledge begin!
(Yeah, yeah, I know. Just wait until I'm burning the midnight oil desperately trying to squeeze out an extra X number of pages for my research paper and I'll be cursing her name. I know already. Let me enjoy this blissful moment of idealistic hero worship. Sheesh...)