Tuesday, January 10, 2006
sanctity of books
I got myself this little job, purely on a volunteer basis which is kind of ludicrous considering how little time I have on my hands, but I like it nonetheless. Every Tuesday mornings, after dropping off the kids at preschool, I go to big sis' school and become the librarian for that morning. In these days of cutbacks, there is no longer a dedicated librarian in the school like when we grew up. The one who would make us shush, who would give us the evil eye if we messed up the order of her books, who would neatly stamp the return date on the back of the book we took out and I so remember pulling out the card in the back of books to see who read it before us. Now its all automated and scanned.
It's mindless work really but it fulfills my sense of order and I get to see what kids in primary school read. I put books back on shelves, reorganize shelves, put collections together. For 2 hours I work alone and have time to think about life stuff or just not think at all. Its ungrateful work though cuz it always needs to be redone and it seems that kids don't view books with the reverance they deserve. They toss them around, mess up shelves, leave trash lying around. I've been talking to the principal about getting kids involved in keeping them all in order and learning how they are organized. Its real basic Dewey system here. Its mostly all story books now too as any type of research is mostly all done via internet. Long gone are the days of Encyclopedias and Encyclopedia salespersons who would go from door to door. The other day I was showing big sis my very own Encyclopedias and she wasn't too impressed with them and was shocked at how "long" it took to look things up . I had 3: one for sciences, one for geography and history and one for general stuff. I remember reading them as a child from cover to cover. They were sacred to me.