Well, finally these college theme blogs will be coming to an end (Thank God, Jehovah and Allah) It’s not that I didn’t like writing, God do I love to write, it’s just that I want to write about things that I really want to write about.

I have to say this writing a blog twice a week is hard, especially when you have other things to write, like research papers, quizzes, etc.  Sometimes I’ll be like oops I forgot to write a blog. Then I have to write something appropriate, because big brother could be reading these.

After classes are over I am not going to write anything in like a week. Then I am going to work on writing my most famous children’s book.

So until June, see ya,

Been gone for almost a week, now I am back, I can truly say there is no place like home or New York. I must admit I love being at home. I am from the south, the real south not the fake south like North Carolina or South Carolina but the for real south, Arkansas, Tennessee.

As I said, I love to go home see my relatives and my friends. Friends I grew up with and when we get together it is like a barrel of fun we talk about everything, because we haven’t seen each other for like a few years.

However, I swear when that plane landed in New York it felt like I had been gone for almost a year, as oppose to just a few days. Getting off the plane felt a bit wobbly, and oh my goodness was it cold. Having left eighty degree weather, this cold almost brought tears to my eyes.

So leaving the big apple and coming home again was truly a great feeling. I really missed New York and was thinking man; at this point I don’t ever want to leave again…at least until next month.

Schools out all summer, but wait, save the date, don’t be late for your graduation day when all is fair in love and war, and school door closing means others opening for you to begin again, you can win. It’s a proven thing.

Schools out all summer, no more reading and writing, no more busting your brain causing migraines, no more professors who distress ya.

 No more restless nights studying, thinking thoughts of Oh My God I forgot there is a test…today…in an hour, I got to cram, so that my score will be the best and I can move past the rest cause they know and I know that “it ain’t over, this life right here, is the real test.

Spring break only means that we will have more time to work on projects, research papers, exercises, labs, and any other homework we haven’t finished before the deadlines which are right around the corner. Ahh…. But also right around the corner is May and then blessed Mary of all on high, school will be out all summer.

I can read, I can write my own stories, (and not special papers,) I can watch all the movies I haven’t had a chance to watch, I can leave my house, I can smile again, I can even laugh, out loud no less, I can do what I love to do every year in the summer, ride the Staten Island Ferry. Yea!!

Lord please; just give me the strength to make it thru these last few weeks of school, Amen.

One day a week, I walk down the street, to the college that feeds me knowledge.

I enter my class and hear the girl laugh who thinks our professor is funny (humorous that is)

Sitting and listening to the professor as she teaches everything that she knows, I am thinking and thinking could I be wrong in the choice that I made to one day be a librarian?

All I know is books and knowledge of books but nothing about libraries or how they grow.

These classes teach me skills and they help me to know more and more about library science and things I must know if I am to become a success at helping libraries to grow.

Thank God I love my classes and my professors who bring lots of laughter, from others like me just want a degree and a job that makes research LC EZ!

Divorce is just as common and just as difficult as applying for a Green Card.  When Appling for a Green Card., there are appointments you have to make, you have to fill out lots of paperwork, you have to have an interview, there has to be a determination about your case, and then a decision is made, oh and there is a fee which can add up to an extreme amount of money, Its tiresome, trying, and in the end someone is going to be very happy or extremely disappointed.

While in the middle of this thing I am .trying to focus on going to school, going to work everyday, when all you really want to do is just stay home, put your head under the covers, eat ice cream every day and basically try to maintain a normal life (whatever that means) Everyday while in the middle of getting a divorce I find myself, staring into space wondering, How? Why?

I do this like everyday, because, I keep trying to figure out how did I get here, why am I here, what did I do to cause this, what didn’t I do? Then I think, about how none of this has anything to do with me, but how it has everything to do with me. You know what I mean?

Everyone tells you don’t worry, he was not good enough for you, or he is going to get what he deserves for treating you this way, or what goes around comes around.

Yeah right, at the time he was good enough and he treated me wonderfully, and I thought he had already got his-what-goes around, by marrying me. I hated finding out that someone you loved has lied in such a manner that all you can do is try not to be a victim of some officer’s police report.

 …..ho hum back to to LiFe.

So, I moved to New York, like eleven years ago from Kansas City, really from Atlanta, but because I only live there  in ATL, for like six months I say Kansas City where I lived for like forever. When I moved to New York, I started my first real job, working at the library as a “Page.” I hated being called the “Page” oh the “Page” will get it,  asked the “Page” anyway you get my meaning I loved being the “Page” I just never got used to be called the “Page”. Then I got a promotion from being a “Page” to being a clerk, then I found out that I liked to answer questions and help people look up things, find out information, help with the computers, find books, give directions, be the ear, the shoulder and sometimes the voice. So I decided to find out how does one become a Librarian. ….And so my journey began. I worked at the Prison upstate, then the Culinary Inst., then the Voice, Then NY, Medical, then the public library in Missouri, then A Fashion Library in Manhattan, then I found out that if I worked at a Library at a college more specifically Queens, I could get a degree in Library Science, and be on my road to not just working in the library, I could be the Librarian. Wow, me a Librarian. I was excited. I would be a professional person with a Masters, the only person in my whole family with a Master’s Degree. Now, when I first started out I wanted to be a YA librarian, I liked talking to children, love reading Children and YA novels.  However,  now,  I’ve found that I really would like to be a Military Librarian. I really want to work in a Military Library, I was in the Military for five years and loved it.  So this is now my focus to get done and get started on the next part of my life. I want to be a Librarian…….in the military.

The other day after work we started talking about how people name their children some weird names. Black people, I thought had a lock on naming their children bad names, until I hear my Puerto Ricans students talk about how bad the Dominican name their children, Yo, I am sorry but the look on the Dominican student’s face had me in tears, laughing that is. The look on her face said, so what if we name our children bad names, at least we are smarter then Puerto Ricans.

But the White Girl saved the day by suggesting that White people name their kids some crazy names as well. Okay go ahead tell us  (Amy) a couple of bad white names for children. I thought of two, Stone, as in Stone Phillips, Apple, as in Gwyneth Paltrow’s daughter, okay three, Ireland as in Steven Baldwin daughter, you remember the one he was cursing on the phone and then it got played on You Tube.

I remember when names like Emma was just fine, and Mary, and James, and Daniel, now, bless these children, they have to endure names like Providence, Obidiah, Cancun, Denim and Fabric  and all kinds of other stuff. Okay, in my next-life I will not have any children to name, only Robots I look forward to the none birthing aspect of it.

One of the Muslim student at the college where I work asked me to give a talk to his club about Morality, I was honored. He at first believed me to be a Rastafarian,  nope, just love wearing dreadlocks.  

I agreed to give my talk  at the “conference”  I planned my talk about what I believe to be the ideal of  living a moral life. I was the only woman on the panel, there was a Rabbi, a priest me and later an Islamic minister, not the Imam. 

The minister walked in and low and behold dude was fine, fine in the sense that I wanted to give him my number after he finished his talk. This is funny because here I was sitting on a panel speaking about morality and all I could think about was if the Minster was married, did he have children, what size shoes did he wear, was he a good minster, and how can I give him my number? 

I think he knew I was interested in more than the fact that he could speak Arabic, I think there was a spark from him as well, I could tell he was checking me out.  In Islam, no sister would ever approach a brother and especially not a minister, to ask him these questions.  So there I sat, checking out the Minster, wishing I could just hand him my number and throw Morality to the wind.

Morality me and the Minster may not be a good fit…..but then again, I haven’t been to the mosque in a while!

Easter, a day of bright colors, colorful eggs, colorful clothing. Just Color and brightness and fun and happiness, joy, laughter, peace…..all day.  The Easter Bunny is so Gay….so full of all the things that make you smile…..namly sugar. The Easter Bunny has sugar!