It's got an interesting beat, a little challenging to dance to. I give it a 47.
5th grader comes into the library and upon checking out tells me he was stressed and ready to pull his hair out deciding on a book.
Me: Friend, just relax. Picking a book should be relaxing.
Him: I get stressed over everything.
Me: Take a deep breath. Just breathe.
Him: I tried that over 300 times. It doesn't work.
Me: Well, stop breathing. Let me know how that works out for ya.
2nd grade quote of the day:
Him: I wish this was a real library.
Me: It is.
Him: But everyone talks too loud.
I love all the kids but the ones who crave the sanctuary get me every time.
Oh the self-control I exhibit...When a student commented on the leather jacket draped over my chair I managed not to snarl and say, "It's made from the hide of kids who damage or never return library books."
Then there's a little game I like to call "values clarification." You're in a school of 700 or so 5-10 yr olds plus staff. You may have 2 or 3 of the following and you may rotate which items you have but you may never have all 4 at the same time: functional plumbing, hand soap, paper towels, and toilet paper. Choose wisely...
Finally, Isaac came to me asking for $50 to buy a new box of contact lenses. I asked what happened to his money. He said he had enough but didn't want to spend it. Incredulous, I asked how much he brings home a week (from two part time jobs). He quoted a figure and I countered letting him know I bring home less than half of that. He said that was impossible. I pulled out a pay stub. Then he asked why on earth I still work there.