Slightly funny, slightly scary phone call came to the library the other day. A girl, about middle school ages (10-11 years old) called in and asked "how do I find the meaning of a word?" Whoa. I mean, is that serious? It's scary when a person that age doesn't even know what a dictionary is. Turns out she was looking for a word specific to a book by Gary Paulsen, Hatchet, but still, is that really a question you need to ask? Frightening, I know.
I'm getting more and more jazzed about my trip to Boston next week! I leave Tuesday and come back Saturday for a jam-packed weekend of librarianship at the Public Library Association conference. I can't wait!
One more funny story. I got into a giggle fit with a 2-year-old yesterday. We were walking by each other and just laughing and smiling. She was laughing probably because I was laughing. I was laughing because she was smearing chapstick all over her face. Ha!
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A librarian is NOT a babysitter
I have yet another story to add to the multitude that already exist regarding the treatment of children's libraries as daycares. We're not, people. We are not daycares. Libraries do not act in loco parentis (I learned that in grad school...impressed?)
Earlier today, there was a small child of about 3 or 4 years old running amok in the children's area (as they do). Normally I don't think much of it because first of all, it's pretty typical behavior, and second of all, many parents don't seem to notice it when their child starts acting like a sociopath because they are busy looking for the next DragonBall Z DVD in the series. Go figure. However, I noticed pretty quickly that this child was different because there did not seem to be any sort of parental unit or guardian checking out for him.
One of my co-workers walked over to this little boy and said "Ummm...where's your mama? Is she here?" The little boy responded, "she dropped me off." Immediately a red flag and fire engine sirens went off in my head. I was getting ready to call the police. However, he continued with, "my mama put me on the elevator and pressed the button and stayed downstairs." Whew! At least she was in the building! Apparantely there had been a miscommunication between parental units and both thought the other was upstairs with the little boy. No harm done. But there are many people who believe the librarians exist to babysit children. We entertain, we educate, we inform, we do other REALLY impressive things...but we don't babysit (at least at the library anyway).
Another thing I've noticed? I've started to put "y" at the end of many words, mostly nouns. The other day, I held up a vest to my sister and said, "do you want your vesty?" Yeah, I'm not sure what to think about that...
One last once:
There must be some sort of school project going on because I've had reference questions about Thailand, Kuwait, Lebanon, Bangladesh, and other countries that I probably spend at most 30 minutes a year thinking about. Bizarre!
Earlier today, there was a small child of about 3 or 4 years old running amok in the children's area (as they do). Normally I don't think much of it because first of all, it's pretty typical behavior, and second of all, many parents don't seem to notice it when their child starts acting like a sociopath because they are busy looking for the next DragonBall Z DVD in the series. Go figure. However, I noticed pretty quickly that this child was different because there did not seem to be any sort of parental unit or guardian checking out for him.
One of my co-workers walked over to this little boy and said "Ummm...where's your mama? Is she here?" The little boy responded, "she dropped me off." Immediately a red flag and fire engine sirens went off in my head. I was getting ready to call the police. However, he continued with, "my mama put me on the elevator and pressed the button and stayed downstairs." Whew! At least she was in the building! Apparantely there had been a miscommunication between parental units and both thought the other was upstairs with the little boy. No harm done. But there are many people who believe the librarians exist to babysit children. We entertain, we educate, we inform, we do other REALLY impressive things...but we don't babysit (at least at the library anyway).
Another thing I've noticed? I've started to put "y" at the end of many words, mostly nouns. The other day, I held up a vest to my sister and said, "do you want your vesty?" Yeah, I'm not sure what to think about that...
One last once:
There must be some sort of school project going on because I've had reference questions about Thailand, Kuwait, Lebanon, Bangladesh, and other countries that I probably spend at most 30 minutes a year thinking about. Bizarre!
I couldn't resist
I just had to...I mean, how cute are we?? I don't know which one, but this is me getting silly with one of my cousin's twin baby boys. (Sorry Jenn, I am a bad cousin and still can't tell Dex and Jax apart).
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