I’m recuperating from the flu.
Ack.
I’ve spent three days wearing a rut into the carpet between my bed and the toilet, and well… I have a really sore ass.
I started my new job on Wednesday as a library media assistant at a high school. It will be a very low key, no pressure job. In fact, I will probably be looking for things to keep myself busy when we’re between classes.
I feel terrible, because the second day on the job, I opened the place up in the morning, did the newspapers just like I was instructed, turned on the computer and opened up the circulation desk– and two hours into it, I’d been to the bathroom FIVE TIMES. My new teammate looked at me and said, “You look pretty bad!” So I went home and have pretty much been malfunctioning since then. I am starting to feel a little better, although after a short nap today, I seem to have also gotten Jake’s croupy cough. I’m not shaking my fists at the heavens yet… but there is much cursing around here. (Poor Kevin.)
So the original idea for this post is not necessarily to share with you the goings on of my lower and upper intestines, but to share a little bit about my first day.
I got to work exactly on time when they told me to be there, and the gal who was supposed to help with my orientation was no where to be found. A very nice, but frantic woman says, “Oh, hey! Are you busy right now??” I said I was available to help where ever they needed me (and I was praying it wasn’t something like breakfast or bus duty.) She hustled me through the commons area and told me that today is the first day the kids are back after Christmas break, and they needed schedules. So she pointed to the “S” line (already long and winding) and said, “Here ya go!”
I met so many sleepy, bleary-eyed teenagers that morning, and I was pleasantly surprised how nice they were. I thought about my dad while I was passing out their schedules, and wondered what wit he would have bombarded them with so early in the day… Some of them were texting, or chatting on cell phones, some of them were flailing themselves at friends they’d missed over the break, and a few were peeking through greasy bangs with hands stuffed deep into pockets looking like they were bracing themselves for another day of hell on earth.
I wondered which of these kids personified me as a 16 year old. My freshman year was pretty awful– I didn’t know anyone (except my dad who taught industrial tech in the basement) and I made the mistake of trying to be fashion forward (because this went over so well when I was a seventh grader.) I remember being ridiculed the entire first semester by someone that turned out to be a pretty good friend by the time we were seniors– but he was a real dick to me and another classmate of mine. I understood the pecking order from day one– and I was different, so it was easy to single me out.
So anyway, back to present day reality…
After getting a brief tutorial on the circulation desk, a bubbly, blond young woman came in to check something out. She was very chatty with the librarian, and it was neat to see that he had a real rapport with the students that gave a darn about the library. He put a couple of books on reserve for her, and she decided to check out a book that was the first in a series I’m unfamiliar with. Looked good to me. But anyway, the librarian says, “You wanna check this out to her?”
I am so excited. I skip (not really) behind the counter, and start going through the motions. I am making friendly conversation with her while I am scanning the book and stamping it– and I’m blathering on and on about how excited I am that she’s my first patron….
When I look up at her…
And she’s looking at me like I just dropped off the poop truck.
It was then that I realized, I can’t use my fourth grade teacher voice here– or I’m going to get eaten alive.
So I reset my attitude.
I reigned in my bravado a bit, and settled in. I got the feel for it after a while, and quickly learned which kids will enjoy conversation and which kids will throw a book at me. I got better as the day went on.
The library is situated between two hallways that converge by the restrooms, and appears to be a social hub. I was alphabetizing books on the cart to be put away, when I looked up and out the window were two kids, standing precariously close to one other (boy and girl) and they both had that goofy look… I couldn’t tear my eyes away (it was like watching a train wreck) and they went in for a clumsy, passionate suck-face.
It was AWESOME.
I remembered how my dad used to bug his students about this– he’s tap them on the shoulder and say, “Do you two know each other?”
I hope I get to know the students well enough to use this line on them. Because in one day, I saw several amorous displays of affection (again, like I said… trainwreck… but entertaining.)
Then, later in the day, I had to run a package to the office. Right after I left the library, the passing bell rang, and I was engulfed with big, bouncing teenagers. And apparently, I was swimming upstream. I’m a short person, so I tried walking with my hands on my hips to make myself bigger, but I still got clobbered with a couple of backpacks. (I made a mental note: run errands when they are IN class.) When I got to the commons area, I observed a rare social phenomenon. I had to remind myself– yes, it was passing period, but no one was passing. In fact, they were all standing around in tight clumps, so making my way to the office on the other side was next to impossible. (I remembered the passing periods at Northwest– seems like when the halls were the most crowded, someone would throw a stinkbomb.) I made my way to the wall and skirted around most of the big, loudness of teenagers. The noise in that place is incredible– I couldn’t remember– was I this loud? And big? They all seemed so self confident when surrounded by “their own”. There was much hair flippage, bag shifting, more awkward hugging, and shrieking. This is evidently their happy place. I was kind of exciting to be in the thick of it. I’m sure behaviorists have studied this, but it’s fascinating to me. I’m taking notes.
So I made it to the office and back without incident, and I started wondering when I was going to be eating lunch. I asked the librarian, and he told me I was welcome to take the first lunch. He also told me that teachers sat with teachers, and classified people sat with classified people. (I’m a certified teacher, but working in a classified position. Where would you sit if you were me?) The lounge was strangely like the commons area at passing time– segregated into clumps of like-ness. I sat with the classified people– unfortunately, though, I had my back to the rest of the room so I couldn’t even make eye contact with the other teachers. I had 30 minutes to eat, and I was done in about 8. I went back to the library and decided that I might be happier sitting at my little desk with a good book to read. So next week, when I’m finally well and back at work, I shall enjoy my lunch in blissful solitude.
I am really looking forward to spending time getting to know my fellow librarians (both of whom are outstandingly sharp, and have been very helpful) and working with the students. I love browsing the book stacks and finding a stowaway on the wrong shelf. I love repairing and recovering overly used and loved books, and I can’t wait to start building a library website.
It feels good to be among the living again. And honestly, I don’t think ANYONE is more alive than a 16 year old kid.
Stay tuned for more anecdotes from school. I can tell it’s going to be a wild ride.