The daily musings of a substitute teacher in East Central Illinois.

The Librarian

Today I was the librarian at Mahomet-Seymour High School. It was that or teaching English for a different teacher at the school. I admit that my decision was swayed by my understanding of what a librarian does:

I mean, come on, who wouldn’t want that job, if even for just one day?!

All right, so that isn’t what I really expected, but I would have been pretty stoked if I could have spent my day battling evil and defending the precious treasures of the library. Instead, I sat around reading most of the day, being annoyed by pretentious articles on the value of poetry (gag), and telling boys that they are not allowed to a) sleep, b) wear hats or hoods, or c) play games on the computers. I also shelved about four dozen books, and reshelved a dozen or so others that had been put in the wrong place.

By the end of the day, I was starting to think that I had been less than productive all day, and that perhaps I should have taken the English teacher assignment, instead. However, the assistant librarian told me that she was very grateful for all that I had done, and that she was able to get a lot of work done with me there that she wouldn’t have been able to do, otherwise. Also, I met Marty Williams, the principal of Mahomet-Seymour High School, who not only greeted me and shook my hand, but recognised that I had been there the day before. I don’t recall seeing him yesterday, so I assume he remembered me from the list of substitutes. No matter what, I was impressed.

And even though I didn’t get to fight bad guys or teach juniors about the folk beliefs of early 19th Century Americans, I did get to teach a guy about the organisational structure of corporations, a small group of sophomores about what I do as a drug prevention specialist, and two student workers in the library about the early history of Champaign. So, even though I felt like I was being lazy, I apparently had a great day. And, just as I was heading to my car, a student waved to me and say, “Hey, Mr. Valencic! See ya later!”

I love the small things that make my job wonderful!


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