The Seaport Farmers’ Market and Halifax’s Race Problem is an article that was written by Anne Theriault of The Belle Jar and it is an excellent piece on pointing out Halifax’s problem with race, both historically and today. There are people who run businesses in Halifax who have been fined this year for not serving black people. (Is this 2015 or 1815?) Seriously Halifax, you need to be better than this, you’ve had 300 years to be better than this so it isn’t a new thing for you.
I love the way Anne writes and reading it I learned some new, but shameful, things about my history both as a Canadian and as someone who has ancestral roots in Nova Scotia.
So today I found out I didn’t either of the two co-ops I applied for this up coming summer term. I’m quite disappointed by this. :/
I’m disappointed because these jobs were in areas of library science I would love to delve into more deeply in a professional environment, namely reference and collection management. It would’ve been a huge boon to my professional experience and education to have gotten these positions but alas it was not to be.
A girl can dream though
In lieu of having to pack up my life and move to a different city for 18 weeks I have contacted a special academic library for a volunteer opportunity and plan on contacting other people I know for possible part time work in related or slightly unrelated fields while I’m in school part-time. Here’s hoping I hear back from them so that I can feel less stressed about May.
I suppose on the bright side I won’t have to spend money on moving expenses, I ban continue going to the Deaf socials I’ve been attending (my ASL is getting better), and I can still attend festivals in my city this summer. :)
The following questions were asked by a blog I follow about libraries the International Librarians Network in their post about school libraries.
- What was your school library like?
- How has your school library experiences shaped your relationship with libraries?
I wish to answer these questions.
- In order to talk about my elementary school library it must be understood that the school I attended was located within houses which were are are considered ‘heritage homes’ and therefore apart from renovations one must acquire a special and difficult to get permit to knock down or add on to these houses. As such in my first year at this school the library was located on the second floor in what would have been a utility closet had the house been occupied by a family. I now feel a little bad for our librarian (Lois, yes I still remember her name) given the size of the room, but that room was magical. It was filled with books on three walls and I’m not sure how accurate my 6 year-old memory is but I think the shelving went almost too the ceiling. Of course the next year there was an entire overhaul of the building’s organization and the library moved to the basement. This was also awesome. I remember reading so many reference books and acquiring so much more knowledge than my peers who were more interested in pictures and fiction. It was an awesome place to visit and I wish I could’ve spent all my time there.
- My experiences in my primary school library shaped my relationship not only with libraries but also with information. I associated libraries and books with learning, information, happiness, knowledge and intelligence. It is a positive association and one I hope will never change.
Do y’all also have memories you wish to share?
The truth in this post is so scary. It is frustrating and perfectly demonstrates the difficulties of passing. The damage done by the balancing act of hiding and trying is so much when we really shouldn’t have to do it.