I am now almost 2 weeks into my career as a school librarian. I feel as though I’m off to a slow start, but I’m managing to get through lessons without kids crying or revolting. The first week was devoted to library rules and sharing a few stories, week 2 is split between our first book checkouts and Book Fair, and next week will be the real test.
It was very hard to imagine what being in a school library would really be like, and I was very nervous trying to think about what I wanted to teach the kids. Now that I’m doing it, I’m finding that it is sort of self-explanatory. You get them through a week or two, and you start to be able to see what they need. Talking to teachers will be another piece entirely, but even without collaboration at first I can do things to make sure the students are building their skills.
As with any life change, the new job and other personal changes are forcing me to consider what I want to be. It’s why I tend to like life changes (as much as I initially resist them, once they’re initiated I see the bright side). It’s funny the things that pop up when you suddenly have a little more space to choose things for yourself. I went to an English country dance, something I’ve wanted to do for years. I’m thinking about taking up fiddle/mandolin/banjo again. I might change cities. I’m going to travel to Belize and swim with sea turtles. And one way or another I’m going to figure out a way to load my kayak by myself.
Now’s not a great time for me to be picking up hobbies – school keeps me far too busy – but there’s something wonderful about being a little more fluid in your sense of self. It’s a great time to wander into a library and pull a book off the shelf and think, “Yeah, this could be a little part of me”.
I have some ideas about how I’d like my future to play out. There will be cats. I’ll eventually be a good school librarian. I’ll continue to be an average triathlete. There will be bluegrass music, and camping, and yoga. I like that I could change my mind about any of those things at any time. Maybe this means I’m finally a grown up. Maybe it means I get to be like a child, but with more self-knowledge. I see potential for good things to happen.