I’ll join the general rant. I now possess a MLS. Whoopee.
Well, maybe not that. I really want to be an Adult Reader’s Advisor, but will have to wait until some of the crones who feed off book bindings and the empty printer cartridges die in the rafters above the second floor stacks and their desiccated bodies fall to the floor…
But let’s bitch about professors or rather, “instructors”. Here are few of the gems I had. (I also had some absolutely wonderful, innovative, extremely intelligent and intelligible, amiable profs).
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The IT guy aka The Jerk. He was a guest lecturer on (IMS) systems analysis and data base creation, who had us deconstruct the website Library Thing per Ferber (entity etc). Perhaps I have it muddled–he mumbled and digressed and didn’t bother to explain anything.
At one point, I raised my hand (this was the oncampus session) and asked timidly, “what about the end user? This seems very complicated and abstruse for a user.” His reply told me basically everything I needed to know about why I loathe database interfaces and why I agree with Karen Schneider re OPAC etc. He said, “You are the designer: who are you going to make this job easier for? It’s human nature to make it easier for yourself.” Well, that is as may be, but seeing as how we’re in a service industry, I have some issues with that, Jerk! Especially when many, many users cannot even spell–how about doing the Google thang and making an option: did you mean? (this is not for Library Thing, this was about databases in general). :mad:
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My cataloging instructor. I called her the Autistic Smurf, and shouldn’t have insulted autistic people like that. She (this was an online class) complained constantly about her “workload”–she had a TA; her kids were always her excuse for not returning grades and work etc. 'Cause, you know, it’s hard to have 2 kids and a dog and be a distance teacher and all.
Her best teaching “method” was assign us something that dealt with AACR2 or “find waterbuffalo using [something I have mercifully expunged from my brain and want no part of]” and trace it backwards or whatever. She does not tell us how to do this or even give hints. We are to just find this stuff in the catalogue. And then we are to put it into appropriate MARC format (or AACR2). THEN, after we have fumbled and blustered and emailed one another and thrown AACR2 across the room in frustration–the NEXT class time, she tells us all the things we did wrong. By this, we are supposed to learn How To Catalog. There literally was no instruction in that class. I cannot identify one thing I learned in Cataloging–except that I don’t want to be a Cataloger (which I can’t even say with certainty, since it wasn’t given a fair shake, IMO).
We (the cataloging class) took a field trip to the Ag Library on campus where we had to look up bits about pork processing and the animal husbandry industry–in Dewey. UofI is (I think) the only major library to have its collection in Dewey. She mentioned Lof C in two lectures. (Now, I loves me some Dewey–for smaller public libraries/schools-- but come on!). Bonus: we had a library worker who did cataloging and was in school for his MLS–he used to bait her in class, sometimes. He said he didn’t really know what she was talking about and he wasn’t sure she knew, either…
She also like to make up stories about cataloging–not incredible MARC errors she’d found, but I mean actual fairy tales that she told us in class. IMS, one involved a village where [insert some bunch of MARC fields] lived and yet, they had to do extra work! So they got other “hats”, that is, they subbed for other fields. We, of course, immediately started riffing on this with this MARC field doublecrossing/cheating on/ committing welfare fraud on other MARC fields–all the while helpless with laughter, when we weren’t appalled by what we were paying to listen to.
I do so wish I was making this up. Sadly, the way my mind works, I remember the vehicle she used, rather than the content she intended us to “learn”. I know fuck all about MARC after this class, but I know that some of the “fields” wear extra “hats”. Go, me!
And then there was the tag team set of profs who taught Adult Public Services, but used the class time to extol the virtues of Second Life. I learned more about Second Life than issues such as the homeless in the library, adult illiteracy, community outreach etc. :rolleyes: These folks actually act as librarians in SL, the ultimate busman’s holiday if ever there was one.