Aw, honey

Sep. 22nd, 2012 11:31 am
checkers65477: (Beach)
Conversation with a student this week:

Me: ...so, if you want to put a reserve on a book, you just write the title and your name here, and we'll let you know when the book is ready for you to pick up.
Student:  *writes*
Student, looks up at me, eyebrow raised: You can read cursive, can't you?

I assured him that not only can I read cursive, I can actually write it, too.

F-list--can you???
checkers65477: (LOL)
A few years ago I posted these two little gems--remarkable letters of apology created by students who were misbehaving in the library.  Every now and then I reread them and smile.

I Hope This Event Does Not Occur Again

Please Heed to This Letter

Today, I received an adorable new apology letter penned by a small boy caught running in the hall.  Sprinting, really.  There were 10 or so of them, and their teacher had them write letters.  Yay!

Carelessly Jumping on the Bandwagon of My Peers )

Sooo sweet.
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Conversation today:

Child: Can I sit in the library and read until the basketball game starts?
Me:  Sure.  Hey wait, is there going to be a parent out there looking for you and wondering where you are?
Child:  Well, maybe my mom.
Me:  Why don't you go tell her where you are?
Child: Nah, it's ok.
Me: Are you sure?  I don't want to take the heat for you with your mom.
Child:  Trust me.  I've been living with my mom long enough to know how to handle her.


HOW IS EVERYONE?????  Sorry I have been MIA.

linkage

Jan. 6th, 2011 09:39 pm
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Anyone who enjoys YA books will get a chuckle out of this from Booklist:

My 2011 YA Wishlist by Daniel Kraus
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Did y'all watch Glee this week--the part where the AV Club president girl sneezes on Principal Figgins, and you see the sneeze in slo-mo?

Well, that sort of happened to me today.

Twice.

First, I had just bent over to point to something in a student's book, and he went "coughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcoughcough" on me.  I am not kidding. 

Then later, there was a kid who normally is a sweetheart.  He came in to do research with this look on his face, sat down and would not do a single thing.  I asked what was wrong, but he wouldn't talk to me.  I cajoled him into doing a little, and when he came in later to check out a book, I leaned in close and whispered, "so, what was the deal with social studies class?  What was wrong?"  And he replied, "well, I have a REALLY sore throat and I feel terrible."

*headdesk*

Also, this today:

child:  *sits and stares at questions he's supposed to be answering*
me:  Ok, time to get to work!
child: *rolls eyes* I'm using my prior knowledge!

Allllllllso, these are pretty hilarious for library school humor:

Library School: Hurts So Good

and

Library School: Get Swingin'


Happy Thanksgiving, all!  I'm off to make pies!
checkers65477: (Evil)
Peter:  See, this is why some books need footnotes!

*huggles book club*
checkers65477: (library science)
*school receptionist calls on phone*
Receptionist:  Is Ms. N's class in there?
Me:  Yes.
Receptionist:  Could you have her send Chad to the office for a minute?
Me:  Sure.
Me:  Ms. N, where's Chad?  He needs to go the the office.
Ms. N: Bouncing off the walls somewhere.  Chad--you need to go to the office.
Chad: My pill is here!  *bounces off*
Ms. N: Thank you, sweet Jesus.
checkers65477: (LOL)
The seventh graders are researching genetic disorders.

7th Grade girl:
I need to find out the treatment for hemophilia.
7th Grade boy: There's no treatment for colorblindness. That really bums me out because I'm colorblind.
Me: Well, at least it's not life-threatening like some of the other genetic disorders.
7th Grade boy: (hands on hips and giving me a stern look) I'll have you know I almost *failed* kindergarten!
checkers65477: (LOL)
I don't usually spam y'all with mindless videos, but it was a rough day at work and these made me laugh.

Teh mindless vids )
checkers65477: (Jimmy Eat World)
A couple of days ago a small 6th grader came to the library because he couldn't get his computer login to work.  I looked up his login info and told him what he was doing wrong, then we had this conversation:

Me:  Here's the correct login information.  Why don't you go ahead and try it now?
6th grader:  Ok.  *types in login and password info*

*waits*
*waits*
*waits*

Me:  C'mon computer.  C'mon baby.  You can do it.
6th grader:  *studies me for a moment*
6th grader:  C'mon computer.
Me:  C'MON BABY!  YOU CAN DO IT!  LOGIN!
6th grader:  *getting into it* YEAH!  C'MON!

*computer logs in*

6th Grader:  BOOYEAH!

And he holds his fist out...

TO FISTBUMP.  WITH THE LIBRARIAN. 

Sometimes it's just the smallest things.


Back at it

Aug. 26th, 2009 08:59 pm
checkers65477: (library science)
The start of the school year has been extra rocky because of budget cuts. Huge classes, extra duties, no money for purchases, and--very annoying--hardly any air conditioning. I've been put in charge of the school's technology, which is taking up all my time and I don't like dealing with all the problems. I want to do library stuff.

But now the kids are back and it's better. The book club kids came to say hello and clamor over when the club's going to start up and share what they've read over the summer. And the wittle sixth graders are so adorable. I try to stand in the hall between classes to help direct them and answer questions.

Wittle 6th grader: Is it time to go home yet?
(Answer: No, you have one more class. Sorry.)

Wittle 6th grader, after the dismissal bell: OH HELP DO I HAVE TIME TO GO TO THE BATHROOM BEFORE THE BUSES GET HERE?
(Answer: Yes, don't worry. Plenty of time.)

Very Wittle 6th grader, at the beginning of the very first day of middle school: I have no idea what I'm supposed to do here.
Me: Learn! Become educated!
VW6G: *glare*
Me: Ok, you're supposed to go to your first period class. C'mon, I'll show you.

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(X-posted to [livejournal.com profile] judging_covers )

A few months ago I read a series of books that have become some of my favorites.  They're by Frances A. Miller and the first in the series is The Truth Trap.  After telling a teacher friend about them (he loves Chris Crutcher and I thought he'd like these, too) I ordered him a used copy from Abebooks to read and put in his classroom library.

Imagine my dismay when the book arrived clad in possibly the Worst Cover Ever.

Here's a short blurb from Amazon:

Alone in a city full of strangers and accused of the murder of his beloved small sister, fifteen-year-old Matt McKendrick struggles to survive her loss and prove his innocence to the two police detectives assigned to the case. One of them believes him; the other, convinced he is guilty, is determined to make Matt confess and pay....

Experience the Hideousness... )

I'm still giving my friend the book.  Minus the cover.


book club

Mar. 8th, 2009 09:23 pm
checkers65477: (Bad Example)
I haven't mentioned enough times this year how much I love my book club kids. 

Read more... )

At the club meeting we were talking about what we should do between now and the end of the year.  They want to make up fantasy-book-related games and play them.  The suggestions got more and more elaborate and ridiculous until Peter shouted, "I know!  Let's play the Hunger Games!"  I had to convince them that playing a game to the death in the school library is probably not the best idea.  They were pretty enthusiastic, though.

checkers65477: (When In Trouble)
Working in a school isn't like working anywhere in the real world.  Schools do stupid things that businesses would never, ever allow.

On Tuesday we had a fire drill at school.  The fire alarm went off for 15 minutes or so, just to the point where I was inwardly saying oh god please make it stop.

An explanation.  I've always had very sensitive hearing.  Watching tv?  I'll probably leave the room.  Eating in a quiet room?  Every chew is audible, forks scraping on plates (eee!), the clock ticking.  If the oven is accidentally left on, I know because I can hear it, for heaven's sake.  You get the picture.

We came back in the building and there was an announcement that people were going to be testing the fire alarms.  They might go off occasionally, but we didn't need to evacuate.  Don't pay any attention to them, the assistant principal said.

Ha.

Three minutes later, the alarm went off.  Two minutes after that, the alarm went off.  A couple of minutes later, yeah, again.  And so on.  I started writing down the times when it went off.  The alarm on the wall is about 20 feet from where I sit and I jumped every time.

After an hour, I was edgy and mad.  After another hour of it I was extremely agitated.  At 11:00, I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin.  I'm not kidding.  I was raving at my coworkers by then, threatening to go to the office if we hit 50 alarms.  

The alarm went off 10 more times in the next 17 minutes.  FIFTY.  I marched to the office.

Me:  DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES THE FIRE ALARM HAS GONE OFF THIS MORNING?
Receptionist:  I know!  It's been pretty crazy.
Me:  NO, YOU DON'T KNOW.  YOU DON'T KNOW BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T BEEN COUNTING.  BUT I HAVE.  THE ALARM HAS GONE OFF FIFTY TIMES SINCE 8:35.  FIFTY.  TIMES.
Receptionist:  Really?  That's a lot.  It's really annoying.
ME:  ANNOYING?  IT'S RIDICULOUS.  IT'S ABSURD.  AM I TALKING REALLY REALLY LOUDLY?  BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I AM.  BUT I CAN'T EXPRESS HOW THIS IS MAKING ME FEEL.  I'M LOSING IT, HERE.

By now she was edging away from me, a nervous look in her eye.  The principal came out of her office.  Did I mention that we have a brand new principal?

Brand New Principal:  Is everything alright?
Me:  NO.  NO, EVERYTHING IS NOT ALRIGHT.  WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH THE FIRE ALARM?
BNP:  They have to test every one in the building.
Me:  DURING THE SCHOOL DAY?  OH REALLY?
BNP:  You don't look so good.  Are you ok?

So I went balistic in the office, with the principal wondering, I'm sure, just what kind of a lunatic she had working in the library.

BNP:  Where is J (assistant principal)?
Receptionist:  He's in his office with the door shut.  He said he couldn't stand it anymore.

The fire alarm didn't go off any more that day.  I'm not sure if my gibbering fit had anything to do with it, or if they found the assitant principal curled in a ball under his desk, or if they just happened to be finished.  But later, a guy from the alarm company came into the library.  He was, oh, maybe 12.

Me:  I NEED TO TALK TO YOUR BOSS.
Alarm boy:  I am the boss.
Me:  OK, I NEED TO TALK TO YOU THEN.
Alarm boy:  Um, I have to go take care of something...
Me:  YOU'D BETTER COME BACK HERE, JUNIOR.  WE NEED TO HAVE A DISCUSSION.

I never saw him again.

Within an hour or so I'd started to feel better.  By late afternoon I was back to normal but I think people are still talking about my "episode".   Moral is, if you ever want to torture me--and you probably will--loud sounds will do it.




checkers65477: (Disapproves)
I feel the need to give you a severe talking-to.  An extra day off work was fine.  I enjoyed it, I admit.  But did it need to snow *that* much?  And these ridiculous temperatures--eighteen degrees?  Really?  Is that necessary?  And now a second day off?  Sure it's relaxing, but you *do* realize that I have to make these days up DURING SPRING BREAK.  I heartily disapprove of this.

Please, Weather, don't make me come out there.  I'm very disappointed in you, but it's never too late to make amends.  A 50 degree day just might do it.

Sincerely,
checkers 

EDIT:  4:30 pm, 38 degrees

Much obliged, Weather.  Keep this up and you'll be back in my good graces soon.

quiz

Jan. 8th, 2009 08:39 pm
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This one is pretty funny.  Though certain parts of it are uncomfortably true.  I'll leave it to you to guess which parts.  :)

Stolen from [livejournal.com profile] anachred 


Your result for The Pop Culture Archetype Personality Test...

The Wizard

Ninja, Robot, Zombie, Cowboy

The self-confidence of the wizard is often mistaken for arrogance, but it is a confidence rooted in expertise. The perfectionist wizards focus on specialized knowledge, and are willing to work at things and improve until they are masters of their domain. They know what they know, and they know what they don't know. Yet wizards are not all about logic; they combine intuition and imagination with reliability, and turn everything they work on into a personal moral cause. To this end, they will disregard authority if it suits their purposes, even pretending to conform while secretly working in their own unconventional, opportunistic ways. Anything is possible, and paradoxes are seen as a source of amusement, not an obstacle. With people, wizards have no tolerance for slackers, and their lack of appreciation for social rituals, small talk and flirtation means that personal relationships are their Achilles heel. They are deeply private and impassive, and their unempathetic self-confidence and expectation for directness means that they turn off many, leaving them with only a few close friends.


Wizards are prone to Schizotypal behaviors, wherein they feel extreme discomfort in close relationships and often experience strange cognitive and perceptual experiences and eccentric appearance and behavior. They may see chance happenings as being related to their own experiences, and react with odd, magical beliefs and thinking. Their paranoid, suspicious natures leave them with few close friends, and their odd speech and inappropriate behaviors often drive away others, leading to increased anxiety in social situations.


Famous wizard types include Dan Akroyd, Augustus Caesar, Chevy Chase, Arnold Schwarzenegger and John F. Kennedy.


Take The Pop Culture Archetype Personality Test
at HelloQuizzy


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Went to get a Christmas tree and it was one of the most pleasant experiences of my life.  Here's how it played out:

(Arrived at random Christmas Tree lot)

Dave:  Hi!  Merry Christmas!  (motions us over to a table and begins to put cups and ingredients together.)  Welcome!  Let me tell you about my business!  I started selling trees 8 years ago.  I didn't know what I was doing!  I had no business plan!  Well, one day I was drinking hot chocolate and a customer came to get a tree and said, "Gee, Dave, I sure wish *I* had some hot chocolate."  So I said, "Hang on a minute; I'll go make you some."  So I did.  They liked it and now I make hot chocolate for all my customers.  Here, have some!

Me:  (Takes hot chocolate.)
Dave:  Look around.  Let me know when you find a tree you like!

So, Mr. checkers and I walked around, scoping out the trees and drinking Dave's hot chocolate.  I was looking cute in my bright red scarf, and OMG THIS IS THE BEST HOT CHOCOLATE EVER.  We found a tree we liked.
Me:  (points to a tree) We like this one, Dave.
Dave:  Great!  Let my hunky young minion get that for you.

One of Dave's hunky young minions came over and hoisted the tree on his shoulder.  He took it over to his station where he started up his chain saw to cut a little off the trunk.
Dave:  You can go inside and pay my mother.
Me:  (eyes glued to hunky minion)  Um, go ahead.  (motions to Mr. checkers)
Hunky Minion:  (saws tree, shakes loose needles off, and prepares to bind it lovingly into a netting)
Mr. checkers:  Dave's mom says she wants to take our picture.
Me:  Huh?  A picture?
Mr. checkers:  A picture with our tree.  For their photo album.

So, Dave's mom, who was dressed like MRS. CLAUS, snapped our picture with the tree.  For their PHOTO ALBUM.

Hunky Minion:  Allow me to tie this lovely tree to your car.
Mr. checkers:  Here, let me give you $5 for your efforts, since my wife has enjoyed watching you so much.
Me:  Hey!
Dave:  Stop by anytime!  I'll make more hot chocolate!
Me:  We love you, Dave!  I promise I'll never buy a tree from anyone else!

We now have the bestest tree in the world. 

Cute Stuff

Mar. 14th, 2008 10:21 pm
checkers65477: (Pweeze?)
I just can't resist them.
checkers65477: (Seal ring)
The book club met today.  One member is the silliest, most boy-crazy girl I've met in ages.  She doesn't always make it to the meetings but when she does she gets all the guys in an uproar and we never accomplish anything.  She's a nice, smart girl and everyone seems to like her.  Being the center of attention is what she lives for.  She tends to wear rather low-cut tops.

She and some friends are writing a fantasy book.  She asked if she could read the prologue to the group, and of course I said yes.  Well, you can imagine.  It was...yeah.  They put themselves into the book as the main characters and were fighting demons and evil magicians and such.  Very dramatic.  At one point it went like this:

The Maiden Bree:  The evil demon grabbed the shining sword out of my hand.  He cackled, 'I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog, too!'  (Not verbatim but you get the gist.)  I clutched my bosom and cried out for my friends to help me."
Innocent Seventh Grade Boy:  Wait, wait.  This doesn't make any sense.  I thought the demon couldn't touch the metal of the sword.  That's what you said before. 
The Maiden Bree:  Well, duh, Jay, he touched the hilt.  It was made of jewels.
Innocent Seventh Grade Boy:  Oh, ok.  But why did that make you grab your butt?

*several moments of complete silence*
*everyone looks at The Maiden Bree, then swivels and looks at me, then back at Bree*

The Maiden Bree:
  Um...Jay...your bosom is not your butt.
Innocent Seventh Grade Boy:  It's not?  Well, what is it then?
The Maiden Bree:  *points at her bosom*
Innocent Seventh Grade Boy: *turns red*  ...oh.

*everyone dies laughing*

It was brilliant.  :)

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