1. This is me as a little girl right after learning to read, when I felt like I had access to everything:
2. This is me in middle school trying to find books that I could find myself in, so that I could avoid the pain that was puberty and the oppression that was bullying and not fitting in, that would give me the intellectual stimulation that academia was decidedly not interested in providing gifted kids:
3. This is me as a high school senior when it came to reading, homework, school, or engaging with anything: Continue reading
So much happened at ALA that I am so exhausted – not just from the amount of time I spent on my feet versus spent sleeping, which was skewed in the wrong way, but also exhausted from the amount of gratitude I feel after a weekend filled with really good people who treated me really well and who are really supportive at a time when I need that.
But I really hate being gross and saccharine, so suffice to say thank you, I am not worthy, you are all amazing, and moving on.
I met lots of people I have known only on the internet, and I’m glad to know that actually they are just as excellent offline, so we hung out a lot. I’m usually pretty good at going to sessions at conferences, but this time I pretty much only went to my own or ones I was helping with, and otherwise I made really, really valuable and rewarding connections with human beings on the exhibit floor, at the hotels, and roaming the halls. I don’t know how I made it through four days without having a hotel room to escape to when the social overload anxiety hit, but it was a whirlwind and I did it and it was worth it.
Possibly the most amazing thing was Continue reading
So I had a pretty amazing weekend. And it’s not even over. I have today off from regular job and don’t have to be to second job until late afternoon, so I get to catch up on television shows, blogging, and reading, because I haven’t done a lot of that lately. Also, calming down and taking it easy is good for you, I hear, so this is an excellent opportunity to, like, work hard in a relaxing way.
I went to KidLitCon and presented twice, but even better, I went to a conference that wasn’t for librarians and got to meet other likeminded people who come from a different space than I am coming from these days. That’s not to say there were no librarians – go ahead, just try to plan a book-related event and have us not be there – but it wasn’t for librarians, it was for people who blog about kidlit, and sometimes librarians do that. It was also a very small con – there were maybe 35 of us, which means I think at some point I spoke to every person there. And we were all engaged in the same cause – diversity in kidlit and YA.
Also, I think, at least as far as ratios go, it was the conference with the highest percentage of people of color attending, which was refreshing. I am not a person who remembers to take photos, which I generally don’t care about, but it was kind of too bad, because I am a person who appreciates the existence of photos in service of memory-keeping, but I tend to remember things anyway if they matter, so I think I’m okay.
I got some good stuff out of this conference, in addition to new Twitter and Facebook friends and more blogs to read. Continue reading