How Working at the Library Makes Me a Better Teacher
At the tender age of sixteen, I was hired as a “Student Aid” at my local library. I knew very little about libraries; the books I read, for the most part, were given to me by my teachers and friends. I enjoyed casually reading, but I was far too preoccupied with the business of my own existence to bother with due dates and late fees. I felt intimidation when I entered the building, never knowing what was a “good book” and what wasn’t. The transition from Children’s Room to adult stacks isn’t always easy. The sheer volume of choices made …