Black, White, and Shades of Grey: Morality in Fantasy Literature

Who wouldn’t want to hear their favorite authors speak together on the same stage?

Recently, I was inspired by staff at Eventbrite about putting together a dream panel of authors I’d like to see at a conference.  Eventbrite is an organization that helps people create and share events that bring communities together.  For more information about their conference management tool, check out their website.

I love attending conferences, but have sadly never been to one that is book-related.  (That is likely to change now that I’m working as a librarian.)  Still, I assume that most events follow similar structures and that there is a great deal of freedom in what goes on in a panel.  That being said, I spent some time brainstorming what group I should bring together.  There are so many genres that I love and so many topics that would be interesting to explore.  I ended up settling on…

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Fighting off the evil College Monster

Every once in a while, College likes to pick you up, toss you in the air a bit, and then to grind you into dust.  It doesn’t matter how diligent a student you are–no amount of non-procrastination shields you from its bloodthirsty gaze.  When College decides to devour you, you really don’t stand much of a chance.

But still, valiant scholastic warrior that you are,  you grab your textbooks, put your laptop in your bag (just in case) and step into the fray.  Wielding your mighty number 2 pencil, you are determined that no amount of homework, tests, and studying will defeat you.  You will not go down without a fight.

That pretty much sums up my week.  Unexpected projects and assignments have come up, leaving me to study every second of the day and still come up short.  I hit a point where I was sitting in my Visual Journalism class listening to the computer services guy teach us Adobe Premiere Pro and I was near tears from stress.  I felt like screaming, vomiting, and sobbing helplessly all at once.

But I didn’t.  I didn’t scream.  I didn’t cry.  And no, I didn’t vomit.  (Thank goodness.)

(If you know me, you’ll know that I’ve NEVER gotten this overwhelmed in my sixteen years of education.  Except for maybe that one time in fourth grade when my teacher made me cry.  Which is another story entirely.)

When the lecture was over, I plugged in my headphones and went to battle.  My tactics included a rude comment to my hover-happy professor about how I had a lot on my plate and just wanted to work.  I felt a bit bad, but that was soon lost as I began logging raw video footage for my big project due on Monday.  After a bit of that, I went off with my group to shoot another interview (producing another 45 minutes of footage to review before I can even think about entering the editing phase).

I miraculously had enough time to grab a bowl of cereal from my apartment, which I ate as I walked across campus and sat through the weekly IVCF large group meeting.  I sent the bowl home with my roommate, headed to the library to write the three page paper due tomorrow that I hadn’t started till today because I was too busy doing other assignments.

This is slowly turning into a rant.  I apologize about that.

The evil monster of College was out to kill today.  It certainly kicked my butt, and I know I’m not the only one.  Everyone I come across seems to be having one big terrible day.

Thank goodness it’s over.  Yes, I still have a mountain of work to do, but my textbook shield and pencil sword seems to have worked for now.

Time to hide out in the blanket fort under my bed, watch Downton Abbey, and forget about the world.  After a good night’s rest, I’ll be ready to resume battle in the morning.