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Storytimes

I fancy myself a bit of an innovator.  It’s probably not true, but it makes me feel good to think of myself as innovative. 

My latest project is the addition of one more weekly storytime, so that the library now offers an Infant Storytime (ages 0 – 2), a Toddler Storytime (ages 2 & 3), and a Preschool Storytime (ages 4 – 7).  The Infant Storytime will continue in much the same vein as the storytime that I offered last year for ages 0 – 3, though I’ll take out some of the longer stories – that would be stories with more than ten words – and add in more bounce rhymes and tickle rhymes.  The Preschool Storytime will give me an opportunity to read some longer books than I could use with the 3 – 5 year-old age grouping of last year, and I’ll also add in some occasional crafts and make use of the collection of puppets that I was able to purchase with the funds donated by one of the preschools in town.  The Toddler Storytime poses a bit more of a challenge, as I try to sort through my repertoire looking for songs and stories that will specifically intrigue those attention-challenged 2 and 3 year olds.

My fear is that I’ll be frantically scrambling each week to come up with a lesson plan for each of these three storytimes, and that the storytimes will be less imaginative and, yes, less innovative, because I’ll be constantly trying to play catch-up in the planning process.  So I’ve resolved to create my own lesson plan notebook that will have 20 unique storytime lesson plans for each of the three storytimes, with the intention that each lesson plan be used (repeated) twice a year.  This will also solve the eternal worry that I’m repeating certain songs more than others, and that my storytimes are becoming boring and too predictable (note that some predictability is desirable, though.)

Two years ago, Maureen from CMRLS generously gave me all of her storytime lesson plans on disk, and I have pillaged and made good use of those plans.  But it has become clear to me that storytime lesson plans are not too different from the instructional lesson plans that I used when I worked at Alcott School as a tutor: it’s best that I create and use my own, in order to achieve the greatest success.  Maureen possesses the ability to adapt new words to classic nursery rhymes, and I simply don’t have that skill; every time I’ve tried to use one of her very clever adaptations, I’ve stumbled and forgotten the words and then the tune and made a general ass out of myself.  It’s hard enough for me to carry a tune (some would argue impossible), let alone master new words, too. 

In creating my own lesson plans, I’m drawing from a variety of sources, most notably Maureen’s plans, but also a selection of books on storytimes written by early childhood experts.  Add to that my own expertise in phonology instruction and children’s literature, and I’m hoping that I’ll be able to create plans that are workable for me personally (requiring a minimum of memorization each week) and also offer a great deal for both the parents/caregivers and the children who attend.  Storytimes are partly about entertainment, partly about parents/caregivers learning new fingerplays and songs, partly about a group experience, partly about instilling a love of words and literature in young children, and partly about inclusion of rhymes, rhythm, and other valuable pre-reading skills that will help the child participants move into the reading phase of their lives.  It’s a delicate mix.

Where’s the innovation, though, you ask?  Truthfully, I’m not really being that innovative.  I’m not taking on anything that other children’s librarians haven’t already done.  But I am making a commitment, as a one-woman show, to offer the best, most developmentally appropriate storytimes that I can muster.  Perhaps any innovation that I offer comes through in the combination of projects that I’m taking on – the storytimes, the Advanced Reader section, the specific teen volunteer opportunities, the book groups that I offer.  Perhaps.

Weekend update

Things done this weekend:

Finished:  The Hero and the Crown by Robin McKinley

Started:  The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan

Watched:  The Break-up and the special on Saturday Night Live in the 80’s

Did:  A lot of painting.  A lot of painting. 

Sighed over:  The carpet we bought ten days ago at IKEA, which Ophy has already destroyed.

Saw: Lots of family, including Nancy, van, Saba, Mafa, Uncle Bob, Dan, Carol, and Dad.

Talked to:  Jean.

Woke up this morning:  Tired.

Kids

From my conversations with kids this week:

A little boy, about seven, came up to me and said, with no preamble:  “Why don’t they have robots fight wars?  If robots did the shooting, then no people would die.”

From the same child, later in the same conversation, after he had explained to me how wars were fought by the Empire’s droids in Star Wars:  >sigh<  “People today just don’t get it.”

From a newly minted sixth grader, about moving up to the middle school:  “It’s ok, I guess.  You have a lot more freedom, and no one’s standing around watching you all the time.  But I miss recess.”

From a seventh grader, who spent Thursday afternoon doing her homework on my desk, and was reading a bit of her textbook aloud to me:  “It’s hard for me to pronounce the words today because of my palette expander.”  [my heart broke as I heard her read, because I can tell she’s very dyslexic and she really, really could use my help – how to offer tutoring to her parents for free without hurting their feelings?]

From the seven-and-a-half-year-old regular visitor to the children’s room, who always comes in without her mom and has long conversations with me:  (running back towards me as she’s about to leave – big hug for me…) “You smell good!” (…then runs back to the door) “Bye! Bye! Bye!”

From another new sixth grader:  “The new school’s ok, but it’s weird at dismissal time because everyone just scatters.  I don’t know where my friends went.”

Me, to the random bunch of kids I don’t know who invaded the children’s room Friday afternoon:  (whispering) “Guys, you need to use your library voices while you’re here.”  (I walk away)

The kids:  (titter titter, sarcastic tone)  “Use your library voices now.”  (titter titter)

I was mocked.  I could feel their eyeballs drilling holes into my back view as I walked away.  Sigh.

From the seven year old with the thoughts on war robots, as he ran back into my room for the tenth time that day:  “The library is my FAVORITE place to be!!!!  I LOVE it!!!”

Where to begin?

I kept hitting the snooze alarm this morning.  Not because I really wanted to sleep any longer, but because I wanted to delay the start of my day.  Last week, while on vacation, I realized that I could easily retire now, and spend the remainder of my days in blissful slothfulness. 

Why is that?  I know I love my job, and logically I know that I would be bored out of my mind if I didn’t work at least a bit.

So here’s why: tomorrow is the first day of school in the town where I work.  The summer reading program has barely finished (in fact, I just started the summer bookplate process yesterday), and school is about to start again.  Summer was so busy that I didn’t have a chance to pre-plan the fall storytimes like I wanted to, and school is about to start again.  The children’s room was crazy busy all summer, so much so that often I had a hard time breaking away to use the restroom, and the kids will be back in classes tomorrow.

Lisa, the reference librarian, was looking a bit haggard and stressed yesterday; in my post-vacation bliss,  it took me a few minutes to figure out why, then I did.

School starts tomorrow.

On a typical day last spring, Lisa or Nicole (who is on maternity leave at the moment) could count forty students up in the reference area, sometimes playing guitar in the study rooms, sometimes sneaking food, sometimes playing computer games, sometimes studying quietly.  Lisa’s role in the after school hours is to retain decorum and a semblance of silence in the reference area and the rest of the second floor.  I get far fewer students down in the children’s room, probably because it’s an enclosed space and I can see all indiscretions from my desk, but I too have a role in the after school hours: room monitor.  I try to keep the kids quiet (ha!), amused, and under control, and I try my best to do so without causing them to leave the children’s room and go up to the reference area.  Most afternoons I feel like a substitute teacher during a free study period.  In good weather I’ll assign the kids a soccer ball and tell them to go outside and play for a bit until they can come back and be quiet.  In bad weather I make a show of loaning them one of the “good” board games, and sometimes I even give them permission to play the game in the story room.

There’s not much time left in these after school hours for planning storytimes and ordering books.  Oftentimes I end up doing that work in unpaid hours at home or early in the morning before the library opens. 

So you can see why the start of school makes me a bit quesy.  I love the kids, but we need a better solution to the over-crowded, under-behaved, after-school set.

Now the second cup of coffee is in my belly (good thing I have a bottle of Tums in my desk at work) and I’m sufficiently jazzed up to get ready for work.  Maybe I’ll have time today to plan a gazillion storytimes.  Hmmmm.  I’d better wear my pink flowered shoes to get me in the mood.  And you can be sure that I’ll enjoy this last day of peace before the storm breaks.

On vacation

I had hoped to catch up with blog entries this week, since Jim and I are on vacation, but our home improvement projects are taking up a bit more time than I had anticipated.  (Today we worked on installing new clapboards up to the peak on the front of the house, struggling with the shallow angle of the roof and with the gawking of the NStar crews upgrading the power lines along our street.)

With that in mind, this blog is officially on vacation until Monday, August 27.  See you here again then!

Almost done – a bit of a wrap up

Only two days of summer reading remain – yay!  I don’t think I’ve ever been so ready for a vacation as I am right now.  Last night Jim pointed out that I haven’t had any “down time” at work since I started this job, between learning the job, my first summer last year, then preparation for the library move in what would have been down time, then the move, then this summer.  With any luck, this fall will be that quieter time that we all need at work.  (When I ran the toy shop, one of my coworkers used to remind me that while December was outrageously busy, we’d “all be eating bon-bons in January.”)

At any rate, there are two days left, and two events left.  At noon today we have our summer reading Finale Picnic on the library lawn, for which I have to buy goodies at Donelan’s today, and then this evening we’ll be showing the new film version of Charlotte’s Web.  As a special treat, the town fire truck will be making a special appearance at the picnic, courtesy of the chief and firefighter Oona, who is much beloved by the kids in town. 

Tomorrow is the last day for the kids who have been tracking their reading to “cash in” their hours for prizes.  The supply of prizes is getting a bit dismal, due to unprecedented participation, but hopefully those kids who still need to get prizes will find something that they like.  And speaking of unprecedented, Renee started counting up the Heifer votes that have been placed, and the votes are in the THOUSANDS, with no clear leader.  Tomorrow after we close I’ll do the final count, and post a sign telling whether we’ll be donating a sheep, a llama, a goat, or a pig to Heifer International.  A second animal will also be donated, thanks to the generous friends and family who have sponsored me in my summer reading, since I reached my goal of thirty hours (I’ll be sending a donation reminder email to everyone who pledged).

Two other events occured this week:  the teen book group meeting, in which we discussed Elsewhere by Gabrielle Zevin, and yesterday’s Origami Fun workshop.  I’ll write about each of these in their own posts, hopefully this afternoon when I’m home on my split shift.

But for now, it’s time to go food shopping.  Thanks to Donelan’s of Littleton for their generous donation of a $100 gift card to pay for the picnic’s food!

Poetry in Motion

David Zucker came to the library yesterday with his performance of “Poetry in Motion.”  David describes his program as “an exhilarating tour-de-force,” and that’s actually a bit of an understatement.  The kids who attended, some of whom were quite young, were an absolutely rapt audience as David did mime, acted out poems, incited participation from the kids and adults, and changed characters.

Since it’s August, attendance for library events is at low ebb, which is a shame, because only  forty adults and kids attended yesterday - but this was also a boon for me.  I was able to sit down in the audience and enjoy the show, rather than stand by at the door.  Sitting in the back row, I was sucked into the show along with the rest of the crowd; I haven’t enjoyed myself so much in a long time.

David possesses the rare ability to be intelligent AND accessible while engaging kids.  Poetry probably seemed like a dry topic to many of the kids in the audience before yesterday, but after hearing David’s rendition of “Casey at the Bat,” complete with our help with sound effects, the entire room erupted in a loud round of applause.  In fact, there were many rounds of spontaneous, heartfelt applause: after David recited and acted out “Jabberwocky,” after he recited and mimed two of A.A. Milne’s poems, after he took on the character of an alley cat and recited an alley cat poem.

I love that David stopped several times after speaking a difficult word (“mackerel” and “zwieback” among them), said “Hold on!  I can’t read a poem when there’s a word I don’t understand,” and solicited audience input for word meanings before re-winding and starting the verse in question again, word meaning in mind.  What a fabulous way to demonstrate reading strategies without hitting the kids over the head with them.

I also love that the discriminating woman who sat in front of me, who I have known in a casual way for years (she was one of my more particular customers at the Toy Shop), turned around mid-performance and whispered to me, eyes wide,  “This is wonderful!”  I love that one of our former teen volunteers, who has just finished her freshman year at Smith (a smart girl, needless to say), came up to me at the end of the show and raved about how amazing the show was.  I love that the audience was reluctant to leave at the conclusion of the performance.

Definitely a great performance to end the summer.

**  (ok, there’s still a week of summer reading to go, and a few activities left, but in my mind this was the functional end of the summer shows)

Back entries

I have some time tonight to work on reinstating back blog entries that were lost to cyberspace a few months back.

Please note that I’m taking the easy way out when it comes to entering comments for these older entries: even when there were multiple comments for one entry, I’m entering all comments in one big lump.  Comments are still attributed to their authors, but I’m not able to duplicate links to websites.

Also, it’s difficult to ensure that all paragraph breaks are correct in each post, since I’m running each through Notepad to remove all Word notations.  Ok, it’s not difficult, just time-consuming, and there’s only so much energy I’m willing to put into this process!

When things don’t work out…

I got fired yesterday.  No, no, no, not from my full-time gig as a children’s librarian: from a new tutoring job that I had taken on for this month.  I had agreed to tutor this student, who is going into the eighth grade at a school that specializes in Orton Gillingham, even though I had some reservations about my ability to help her.  My specialty is tutoring students using the Wilson Reading System, which is based upon Orton Gillingham, but differs in many practical ways from Orton Gillingham.

And the moment I arrived at the student’s house on Tuesday, I could see that the student had reservations, too.  It was abundantly clear from the start of that lesson that there was nothing I could do or be to win over this student.  Without a doubt, that lesson was the toughest one that I have ever taught.  Light humor didn’t work, being firm but fair didn’t work.  Not one of the three assignments that I gave in that hour interested the student.  As we got further into the hour, the student’s baseball cap came further and further down over her eyes, until I couldn’t see her face at all. 

I tried, but it was obvious this wasn’t going to work.  I sat down with the mother at the end of the lesson and told her that, in my opinion, her daughter didn’t want to be tutored.  The mother was very surprised, said she’d talk to her daughter and get back to me.  It was no shock to me when I got an email from the mother yesterday saying “thanks, but…”.

The moral of this tale?  These things can’t be forced.  This student probably needed a full summer break from school and learning, and nothing I could have done would have made her enjoy working with me.  I won’t take it personally.  Maybe.  🙂

Still catching up…

Just a quick post today; I’m still catching up on those reviews that got backlogged during our move and transition to the new library, which is putting a serious damper on my ability to write blog posts (unfortunately, there’s only so much time in a day).

Last night I was actually feeling pretty good about where I stand with those reviews, after I polished off the seventh issue of Publisher’s Weekly for the day.  And then Mary, my boss, who has also fallen behind in this review-reading process, came into my room with a stack of about TWELVE PW‘s that she had just finished, and passed on to me for my turn with them.  Whooops – negative balance.

Let me just say one thing before I immerse myself once again in those reviews:  I’m looking forward to authors writing books that are NOT part of a series.  We have so many different series now in the children’s room that it’s a lot of work to keep track of them all.  And there’s also the burning question of whether buying the first book in a series means that you must buy all the rest of the books in that series (especially if the first book doesn’t circulate much). 

And now back to catching up…