On May 11th our entire certificated staff received one of two letters; one that said you had a job but the district didn’t know where and the other a “Reduction in Force” or “RIF”, meaning worse case scenario, if teacher librarians are chopped because of budget, you have no job. This because our state legislature is in limbo with the state budget, therefore we are in limbo (between a 10-26 million deficit for our district).
At our library leadership meeting yesterday, our group of seven sat at the table to plan an upcoming in-service. Where does one start? Act as if we will remain unscathed and our program won’t be demolished, use the time to celebrate our successes, or have a white elephant exchange of old discarded library media items?
On the drive home, I remembered the Nikki Giovanni poem about her first memory of librarians. It seems fitting today to share that poem and remind my colleagues to hang on.
My First Memory (of Librarians)
by Nikki Giovanni
This is my first memory:
A big room with heavy wooden tables that sat on a creaky
A line of green shades—bankers’ lights—down the center
Heavy oak chairs that were too low or maybe I was simply
For me to sit in and read
So my first book was always big
In the foyer up four steps a semi-circle desk presided
To the left side the card catalogue
On the right newspapers draped over what looked like
a quilt rack
Magazines face out from the wall
The welcoming smile of my librarian
The anticipation in my heart
All those books—another world—just waiting
At my fingertips.
Poetry Friday is held at Julie at the Drift Record.