Categories, lists, groups - oh my!
Good day today. On a scale of one to ten, with one being "ick-found-spiders-i n-my-soup" atrocious and ten being "break-out-the-confe tti-splendiferous", it was a good solid five. Finished my data collection - finally! Now comes the analysis, the conclusion and implications. Not any of them piece of cake affairs, but much easier than the tooth-pulling that was the collection of data. Yesterday, Bangkok was assailed by a brutal storm. It was flooded, ankle-length, all around my house. My brother said the city was paralyzed. Ugh. Bangkok rainy season is no time to travel. Have to go to school tomorrow. I'm a glorified librarian. They're rearranging the self-access center (i.e. a place full of DVDs, games and books that will encourage the students to improve their English) and basically, my job is to take stuff off shelves and determine what level they should go in. It's nice, easy work, but I like it - blame it on the categorizer in me. I spent half an hour devising my own system for organizing each level of books. Tall books before short books, thin after thick, light colors to dark - I had a blast. I wonder if the compulsion to make lists is in anyway connected to this need to organize and categorize. Or maybe it's my judgemental nature, sorting everything into groups. It's all in good fun.
Final thought: The Dewey decimal system has nothing on me.