I\u2019m pretty bad at endings. The conclusion is always the hardest part of a paper for me to write. I\u2019m rubbish at goodbyes. This blog post has taken me the longest to write.<\/p>\n
But, I still have to deal with them.<\/p>\n
This summer has been absolutely incredible. I have had such a blast working here in the Archives & Special Collections, and I\u2019m sad to see the end of it. I loved getting to learn about indexing methods, getting really familiar with Excel, solving mysteries, doing an oral history, finding weird advertisements, and dealing with the Library of Congress website (I may or may not have used the list of my earlier blog posts to make that list).<\/p>\n
There were some frustrating aspects. Technology was sometimes less than cooperative. I was stuck inside for 8 hours a day yearning to be outside in the stunning Tacoma sun. It often felt monotonous\u2014not in a bad way, just that it involved a lot of doing the same thing over and over again.<\/p>\n
All and all, I\u2019m so pleased with how my project has turned out (I\u2019m still working on the finishing touches of putting it online) and I cannot think of a better way to have spent my summer. The most valuable thing about the summer, though, is that it gave me a look into the career possibilities in libraries and archives. As a recent college graduate, I\u2019m still trying to figure out what it is I\u2019ll end up doing with my life but this summer has allowed me to experience working in an archives which I\u2019m now thinking I\u2019d like to do in the future.<\/p>\n
Archives & Special Collections, you\u2019ve been good to me. Thanks for a fantastic summer!<\/p>\n
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Students leaving Collins Memorial Library, circa 1965<\/a><\/p>\n By: Jillian Zeidner<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I\u2019m pretty bad at endings. The conclusion is always the hardest part of a paper for me to write. I\u2019m rubbish at goodbyes. This blog post has taken me the longest to write. But, I still have to deal with … Continue reading