If you want to know what I looked like about 20 years ago, be sure to check out this blog’s new look.  There was a stock picture in the new design until yesterday, but now, the reading girl is me.

When I think of Library School, I think of the Florida State University School of Library and Information Studies.  It’s called the College of Information now.  When I was in second grade, my dad went to library school.  He wanted to be a law librarian.  I spent a lot of time there.  I remember it better than I remember my mom’s part of the university, which was the Department of Religion.

I first checked out D’Aulaire’s Book of Greek Myths from the children’s library there. I made rubbings from a big clay fountainy thing in the front hall of the building. I spent a lot of time sitting outside the computer place (it’s probably all different now) being bored.

The grad students used to keep puzzles on card tables there, and my mom and I would do them.

My eighth birthday was spent in that building, being anxious and uncertain about the future.  And bored.  For some reason whenever I sat in front of the computer part of the library school, I never had a book.  Or perhaps I only had a few, and finished them too quickly.

It’s all coming together a bit now.  I’m reading Peter Pan.  It feels like home, because the Comden and Greene musical is fairly faithful to the book, and I know the musical very well.  I watched that musical on a big projector in the library school.  It may have been around the time of my dad’s graduation.  I’m not sure.  I remember eating petit-fours.

This is how my memory is constructed.  I like to make books part of my memories of a place, as much as smells or sounds.  Library School will always equal D’Aulaire’s Book of Greek Myths to me.