Bestselling Library Skills Teaching Materials in 2020
The Definitive Book of Body Language: The Hidden Meaning Behind People's Gestures and Expressions
- Bantam Books
Cornell Notes Notebook: 8.5”x11”, 120 pages of Cornell Note Paper for Taking Notes (School Notebooks, and College Ruled Notebooks and Journals)
Multisensory Teaching of Basic Language Skills
- Used Book in Good Condition
Germs Are Not for Sharing (Board Book) (Best Behavior Series)
- Grades - PreK
- Weight - 0.72
- Depth - 7.00
- Width - 7.00
Enhancing Teaching and Learning, Third Edition: A Leadership Guide for School Librarians
Reimagining Library Spaces: Transform Your Space on Any Budget (Digital Age Librarians)
Teaching Writing That Matters: Tools and Projects That Motivate Adolescent Writers
- Used Book in Good Condition
The Reading Lesson: Teach Your Child to Read in 20 Easy Lessons
- Mountcastle Company
Concise Guide to Information Literacy, 2nd Edition
2018 Daily Planner; You Have the Same Number of Hours in Your Day as Beyonce: 6”x9” 12 Month Planner (2018 Daily, Weekly and Monthly Planner, Agenda, Organizer and Calendar)
Personal experiences with library patrons and public computers lead to personal reflections on the changed role of libraries and the changed behavior of library staff and patrons. One of the big changes is the end of the rule of shushed silence.
I am trying to concentrate on writing in the library. Notice the word "concentrate." The library is not a quiet place. The image of a librarian promptly shushing everyone and everything definitely is anachronistic.
Today I am at a terminal that signs me out every half hour. All the hour-long terminals have been taken. Standing next to me is a skinny woman who is on fairly good behavior today, for her. Today she taps her feet and mutters inaudibly and unintelligibly to herself. She just finished grilling one of the staff about the first names of the entire staff. The staff person complied with a puzzled tone in her voice.
Not too long ago this same patron descended upon me at this same section of the library and proceeded to disrupt my thoughts and my research by hounding me about how much longer I would be using this terminal. Although she was loud, no one seemed to hear her and no one came to my rescue. She was intimidating. I was using the terminal that she is using as I write. Another patron was standing at the terminal that I am using now as I write. Perhaps she is very proprietary of that particular terminal. The reasons for her pestering me and not the other patron escape me. Well, they do not escape me completely because there is a detail that I am withholding. At any rate she voyaged extensively beyond the bounds of reason in her insistent tormenting of me.
I did not give up ground to her. I truthfully and courteously told her that I had no idea where I was within the allotted time and that I had no intention of stopping before the allotted cut-off time. After buzzing around me and invading my territorial space, she wove her way to a staff person, gesticulating, making wounded faces, but whispering conspiratorially. She cast sidelong glances in my direction. The staff person guided her to a nearby vacant computer that was in the hour-long area. (While I was checking out later, I started to describe the troublous episode to the staff person. After a few pithy questions confirming the patron's identity, he informed me that the patron had fabricated a wild version of events that was only staunched by guiding her to the available hour-long computer.)
A little later all the computers went down. They did not come back up. There was massive fidgeting and shifting in chairs as adults became impatient to resume their computer interactions. More minutes passed. Suddenly another patron at a nearby hour-long computer began to rant and rave. She accused al-Qaeda of sabotaging the computers and promised that this was the apocalypse. She affirmed that she would emerge unscathed but certain Americans would not. The person sitting next to her decided to leave after she heaped curses on him.
I was frozen at the half hour terminal. I could not move. My knees were locked as though I were a sleeping horse. My feet had grown strong roots through the carpet. I wanted to escape before the next exhalation and the next escalation. She was waxing eloquent in her own terrible way. Anyone who moved was apparently on the other side of the fence from her. A staff person at the circulation desk finally said, "You need to turn that down several notches." Amazingly the woman complied.
That signalled my escape. I gathered my papers and a few library books that I had selected earlier and I ambled over to circulation. The staff person said that the disruption was over but the computer problems were not yet resolved. I expressed concern and surprise at the patron's diatribe. The staff person commented that the patron makes impromptu visits to the library and that she is apparently sensitive to her environment. She displays hostility towards certain patrons whom misfortune has guided to her vicinity while bubbling with friendliness towards other patrons.
That day I breathed a sigh of relief as I exited from the library. The sun was shining. The breeze was of a cool gentleness that only spring bestows upon this part of the world. The protracted unshushed episode finally had been shushed and was behind me. There were glass doors and distance between me and that vociferous patron.
Different libraries have different policies, and different library staff have different styles. There is obviously a storied interaction between that patron and that library. The next time she appeared at the library, she apparently belligerently interrogated another patron about her headwear and her omnipresent bag. She accused the other patron of working for al-Qaeda with plans for wreaking havoc and destruction by means of the weapons which were assuredly concealed in the bag and under her headwear.
I missed that stage of her impromptu library visit. When I came along, she was being led away by a solitary law enforcer. But she did not go quietly into his car. She was loudly proclaiming her innocence of any wrongdoing and exclaiming over the violation of her rights to speak her mind and to be herself.
She has been shushed from the library for the next six months.
Back to the present moment, the patron next to me is removing her flash drive from the half hour computer. She just sneezed with no attempt to cover her showers. Fortunately she sneezed away from me and also away from the computer she is abandoning. Having sprinkled the carpet, she is now walking away. She apparently has inserted chewing gum into her mouth. Her lips are making chewing movements, with occasional smacking and snapping. Methinks that she would like to blow a bubble.
My afternoon at the library is drawing to a close. A hush has fallen all around me as I write. It is almost as if the ghost of some librarian past has lifted her index finger to her pursed lips and emitted a very sibilant, uncompromising shush.