I have got a great job. (Don’t get me wrong, there are days with seriously upset patrons and computer problems, etc., so please, when I’m feeling burned out, show me sympathy!) But today was a good day.
In the morning, I joined my co-workers for a database training. I am a training nerd. Love it!
In the late morning, I prepared a program proposal on assistive technology for those with special needs. I also corresponded about a health promotion month, scheduled a group of master’s students for a library tour, and then it was the afternoon. I prepared some things for an afternoon meeting, and then I had even more fun.
Remember that it’s Banned Books Week?! This week’s teen art event was a Graffiti Contest. I will admit, I was nervous. I had visions of my go-to work pants being covered in paint, teens grabbing cans of spray paint and running off to the streets, and the building actually being graffiti-ed.
But the teens were awesome today. Naturally, I hadn’t planned things fully out, and they all stepped up to help me tape our “canvases” together. We figured out how to fight the wind, and when we didn’t have enough boards for all the kids to take part, almost all of them decided to let someone else help them on their board. They also reminded me that trash bags could double as aprons. I believe a couple of them proudly called them “Hillbilly Aprons.”
Thankfully, I got a few pics of the back of their heads, so I can post those online. I have some other really great pictures with faces that I wish I could share on here. (Funny story about me and pictures…one boy was surprised to learn that I was the manager. He thought I was “just the Library Photographer.”)
I think for a while they just had fun spraying as much as possible onto the poster boards. But when they learned they only had 15 minutes, the paintings began to take shape.
Woo for banned forms of expression!
The votes for the winner are still coming in. We’ll be announcing the winner tomorrow. But I’m convinced that I’m the real winner. I got paid to help kids spray paint. No one sprayed anyone else. Parents hung around to watch their kids and called other mothers to say they’d take pictures for them. Only a few spots of grass got sprayed. My work pants are paint-free. I had a blast. Some of the teens actually said “thank you for doing this for us.” And I got to listen to this while one of the participants called her mom:
- Girl: Mom, I’m going to stay at the library a little longer today for the graffiti art contest.
- Mom: Mer, mer, mer (I couldn’t hear that end of the conversation).
- Girl: Remember, I told you they started doing all sorts of fun stuff at the library?