Ramblings on libraries and life upon the wicked stage

Well, it would go something like this:

My studies now are ended. These my essays,
As I foretold you, were all nonsense and
Are sent now through the mail, through the e-mail:
And, like the random ravings of a madman,
The rambling waffle, the desp’rate quoting,
The solemn abstracts, the references themselves,
Yea, all which I have written, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial blog-bound message,
Leave not a rack behind.

With apologies to William Shakespeare – The Tempest happens to be one of my favourite plays.  My final piece of coursework is indeed safely in the inbox of the course administrator, and assuming that I don’t have to resubmit anything, I am free from the shackles of my studies.  By the end of July, I should receive a certificate that proves I am a real librarian.