>> May 21, 2009
in high school, i spent two and a half hours every friday morning scanning, sorting, cleaning, and reshelving books at the parkland community library. the library is actually an old ranch-style house in which all of the front rooms have been converted into a big open space, the rest used for offices for the librarians and a kitchen area. i overexaggerated my duties. on a good day, twelve people will come into the library. seven of those twelve people will be under the age of six and illiterate for all intents and purposes, completely undermining the reason for going to check out books. as such, i actually spent most of my time sorting out dried-up markers and deformed paper clips from the "summer reading club" desk drawer, occasionally pausing to stamp a little kid's reading log and hand him a coupon for a free kid-sized rita's, which i took two of as payment at the end of each shift.