I had a rather inane post planned for today, which is now postponed. (Lucky you, you know the inanity is coming tomorrow. Is inanity a word? I don’t know. It is now.)
Anyway, now that the reverberation in my skull from my head exploding has faded just enough to allow my brain to fire signals to my fingers, I will share my outrage with no promise of coherency, but a warning it might get ugly.
A friend of mine tried to sign her kids up for her library’s Summer Reading Program and was told “Sorry, it’s full”.
Whooooosh! Houston, we have ignition.
I was the children’s librarian for our library before the short kid was born and I’ve done the Summer Reading Program. It’s a lot of work. But you don’t ever, ever, ever, fucking EVER turn away a child who wants to be a part of summer reading.
Those nifty little charts on which the kids track their books? If you’re running low, you take your lazy fucking ass over to Staples, buy some cardstock, stand in front of the copying machine and make more. Themed bookmarks? You copy sheets of them, and then you sit with that damn paper cutter I know you have. If you’ve got scavenger hunts, you divide the kids into groups by the hour or day.
Maybe instead of performances being held in the children’s room you have to go to the high school and arrange to have their audicafegymatorium for a couple of hours. And maybe you have to walk from business to business to business asking for $5 or $10 donations because the ice cream party at the end’s going to be bigger than you thought.
You pull in parent volunteers. You maybe change things up, have simpler crafts, more activities in which you group the kids by age. You put up signs warning adult patrons the library will be insane on a certain day at a certain hour. You suck it up, make it work and hope for a bigger grant next year.
You don’t tell a kid who wants to be a part of Summer Reading “no”.
If you do, you don’t deserve to be a children’s librarian because you don’t give a shit. You don’t deserve to dust the junior encyclopedia sets. You don’t even deserve to sit and scrape dried glue off the craft tables with your fucking fingernails.
I’m going to go fume now.