Eight years ago I was beside myself with anxiety about my first day of work as school librarian. I had two days to figure out the job I was entrusted with before the onslaught of parents, teachers, and students. In those eight years, some things have changed.
THEN: I had a different professional outfit picked out, ironed and prepped for the first two weeks of school.
NOW: Meh. Anybody seen my pants?
THEN: my three feet of straight long hair was painstakingly wound into an intricate bun to be kept professionally out of my way while I worked.
NOW: I have a hair tie in my pocket should I need it. I won’t even look in a mirror when I put it up.
THEN: I wore the most discrete nose pin possible so as not to attract attention.
NOW: I can sleep and shower with my ring in? Sweet.
THEN: I was as nervous as the students, as prepared as possible, but not nearly knowledgeable enough. I hardly inspired confidence in the students.
NOW: I set the students at ease while I help them. They know they can come to me at any time throughout the day for help. They leave the library relieved. I can help parents with whatever questions they have. I anticipate teachers’ needs. Things run smoothly.
What a (wonderful) difference eight years makes.