Jennifer Anne Kogler

Hiya!

Last week, I was in San Antonio.  Which meant I got to stride along the River Walk and see the Alamo.

 Let me tell you the problem growing up fifteen minutes from Disneyland: I go to a really famous place, like the Alamo, and I immediately think it looks like Disneyland.  Every famous landmark now reminds me of Disneyland.  In truth, Disneyland is modeled to look like a bunch of ACTUAL famous places.  Like, as I was walking along the River Walk, I kept thinking that the it was actually where the Jungle Boat Ride meets New Orleans Square near Frontier Land.  But the River Walk was probably there before Disneyland.  

Anyway, my trip to San Antonio was great . . . and I did enjoy seeing the Alamo, but I imagined it to be bigger in my mind and also there was no basement that I could find, at least.  

I could not have started the week off at a better location – with Jamie Jennings and Shannon Sankey, the awesome, self-proclaimed “library chicks,” from Wood Middle School.   Then I was off to Eisenhower Middle School.  I was happy to have another presidentially-named middle school under my belt.  It has been a little while without.  Teresa Diaz had just moved to that media center and as far as I could tell, Eisenhower is very luck to have her.  

After that, it was on to Tejeda Middle School with Lydia Black taking care of all the details and keeping things in perfect order.  We had a couple teleporters there that got close, I promise.  Brandon and Andrew gave it a try, for sure.

I ended the week at Bradley Middle School.  They also had a new librarian, Terry Ramirez . . . not that you could tell.  Everything went off without a hitch and it was a perfect place to end my visit to San Antonio.  I left with the warmest of feelings.

Eisenhower and their staff of loyal voulunteers actually set up a little signing area of me.  Check it out:

I wonder what I’m laughing at.  I oftentimes crack myself up . . . so your guess is as good as mine.  

Random ending thought:  If anyone has any pictures of feral hogs they’d be willing to send me, I’d sure appreciate it.  I’ll explain later.  Like in my next blog.  Not to worry.  Until then . . . jak