Thursday, August 22, 2013

Quite quiet

Some days I really hate words. This might sound strange coming from a librarian, someone who is surrounded by words, but some days words make me their bitch. As I've gotten older, these days are further and further apart, but last week I had a couple of "I hate words days."



With classes starting up again, I've been hard at work putting the finishing touches on my AWESOME new teaching space (more on that at a later date). One of the last things that needed doing was a sign. During previous semesters, the space has been used as an unofficial "quiet study" area. This is a great use of the space, as I am not teaching every day, and the room is hidden in the back of the library. So, students are able to study in the room, without being disturbed by people walking through, or the inherent noise of service desks.

Now, in my defense, life has been a little hectic lately, and I have found that "I hate word days" increase their frequency when I'm feeling scattered, and unable to focus. So, I got my transparency, printed out the sign, trimmed it to fit, and installed it with the sense of accomplishment and pride that comes with officially naming something. My puffed up chest was quickly deflated the next day, when my boss let me know that it said "quite" rather than "quiet".

Normally, I would have let this roll off my back and moved right along. However, earlier in the week, it was brought to my attention that there was a pretty obvious spelling error on a library/ literacy website I manage....... Just pause for a moment and think about that....... Yep, pretty embarrassing!

So, what's my point? Well, after all these years, just when I feel like I'm getting a handle on being dyslexic, it rears it's ugly head in a very public way. However, it's been a good reminder that I REALLY need to slooooooowwwwww down when I'm feeling stressed or tired. Especially when working on something that will be seen by the public. Last week also served as an affirmation for me. If I hadn't made people aware of my being dyslexic, they probably would have seen the events differently, and maybe been less forgiving. I'm not dumb, I'm dyslexic.