Back to Work, and Random Memories

Today I got myself back to work, which consisted of a very quiet day of mostly cataloguing books, plus a break for lunch and then gave a random visiting pre-frosh a tour of the building, during which I found out she'd also recently visited Brandeis, and since she's local to that part of the world, may end up taking her around campus again in the fall. She seemed like a nice enough kid, sort of nerdy which was much nicer than the ridiculous preppiness of the last girl I toured around. Tours are a nice break, although I always wish I had more to say- I'm never there during the school year, so I'm lacking a bit of critical information, besides what I've picked up from assorted bits of research or hearing other people at work talk. But they seem to think I do a good job, and they keep asking me to tour people when there are people who need tours. Today was our new JCSC's first day, and I met the actual Yale student who's doing some of the same things that I am, and will be working during the actual school year too, so sometime this week I'll be training her to work on the library stuff.

Around the end of the day, I found myself trying to remember what it was that I remembered from this interesting interfaith day camp I went to for a few years (it was held at my synagogue: lots of the other kids came by school bus). It's funny, for an interfaith camp with the purpose of learning about other religions, but what I remember seems to mostly be a story that my own rabbi read (the one about the two brothers who keep sneaking over and giving eachother part of their own grain harvest), getting to go through the "secret" tunnel from the main entry hall through the basement of the synagogue to the far side of the bimah, a song about Harriet Tubman that we sang ad nauseum, another that a Unitarian friend of Mom's sang about Noah's ark, and really annoying tye-dyed t-shirts. Oh, and that a gentleman came in and talked about Islam, but just about nothing of what he said. Not real useful stuff. Admittedly, I was in elementary school, and in that time I also did reports on Mormonism and Islam (also ones about kibbutzim, from which the main thing I learned was how to spell committee, and on zippers, and on Mozart), and I remember rather little from those as well besides some Very basics. (On the level of Joseph Smith, GOlden Tablets, Brigham Young, polygamy, migration to Utah for the former and 5 pillars: charity, prayer, pilgrimage, ? and ? for the latter. I've learned the others more recently again, but I certainly didn't remember in the middle.) Sad. But it was a fun experience, and I'm sure I learned something at the time... I hope.

Back to Work, and Random Memories

Today I got myself back to work, which consisted of a very quiet day of mostly cataloguing books, plus a break for lunch and then gave a random visiting pre-frosh a tour of the building, during which I found out she'd also recently visited Brandeis, and since she's local to that part of the world, may end up taking her around campus again in the fall. She seemed like a nice enough kid, sort of nerdy which was much nicer than the ridiculous preppiness of the last girl I toured around. Tours are a nice break, although I always wish I had more to say- I'm never there during the school year, so I'm lacking a bit of critical information, besides what I've picked up from assorted bits of research or hearing other people at work talk. But they seem to think I do a good job, and they keep asking me to tour people when there are people who need tours. Today was our new JCSC's first day, and I met the actual Yale student who's doing some of the same things that I am, and will be working during the actual school year too, so sometime this week I'll be training her to work on the library stuff.

Around the end of the day, I found myself trying to remember what it was that I remembered from this interesting interfaith day camp I went to for a few years (it was held at my synagogue: lots of the other kids came by school bus). It's funny, for an interfaith camp with the purpose of learning about other religions, but what I remember seems to mostly be a story that my own rabbi read (the one about the two brothers who keep sneaking over and giving eachother part of their own grain harvest), getting to go through the "secret" tunnel from the main entry hall through the basement of the synagogue to the far side of the bimah, a song about Harriet Tubman that we sang ad nauseum, another that a Unitarian friend of Mom's sang about Noah's ark, and really annoying tye-dyed t-shirts. Oh, and that a gentleman came in and talked about Islam, but just about nothing of what he said. Not real useful stuff. Admittedly, I was in elementary school, and in that time I also did reports on Mormonism and Islam (also ones about kibbutzim, from which the main thing I learned was how to spell committee, and on zippers, and on Mozart), and I remember rather little from those as well besides some Very basics. (On the level of Joseph Smith, GOlden Tablets, Brigham Young, polygamy, migration to Utah for the former and 5 pillars: charity, prayer, pilgrimage, ? and ? for the latter. I've learned the others more recently again, but I certainly didn't remember in the middle.) Sad. But it was a fun experience, and I'm sure I learned something at the time... I hope.