We had a "Chocolate Fun" activity last week with the teens. During it we had the teens make art with chocolate syrup and Q-tips. You can see some of their work above and another picture in the slide show.
Some other "chocolaty" activities we had were "Don't Eat Pete" where you can win lots of M and Ms, a cake walk with Reeses peanut butter as prizes, chocolate trivia musical chairs and a chocolate dipping station. The kids were way revved up on sugar running around and giggling with syrup smeared around their lips. One boy ran in circles yelling "I love chocolate!" and ate seven or eight chocolate cookies by himself. The kids have asked when we're going to do it again. I was telling my friend about the chocolate activity we had at work, she works in the health field bent over test tubes all day and she told me, "I can't BELIEVE you get to do that at work!" She's right, I'm pretty lucky to work at a place where I can eat chocolate dipped marshmallows and get paid for it.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Chocolate Fun
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Saturday, January 24, 2009
Teen Violence
This week was a sad one when a boy from the local high school up the road was shot and killed by his fellow students. He was only 15 years old. The shooting was gang related. The teens that came to our library were affected in different ways. Some were subdued and in shock, putting pictures of the dead teen with "You're in our hearts" on their notebooks. Other teens from the high school thought the whole situation and the media coverage was cool and one girl told me she wished she was disappointed she didn't get to see anything because the school was in lockdown.
The reaction from some teens that "violence is cool" was the exact same kind I saw when I was in high school during the Columbine massacre. Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold killed 12 students while wearing dark trench coats. Some students at my high school thought this was cool and started wearing dark trench coats to school to show that they were "dangerous." The trend spread and more students wore the trench coats leading the principal to institute a school-wide trench coat ban.
I guess we can't really completely blame teens for thinking "violence is cool." They are raised with their gangsta heroes glorifying shootings and movies and TV with death all the time. Let's just not hope, as in this unfortunate case, that other students realize in real life, there is nothing cool about young students dying before their time.
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Saturday, January 17, 2009
I'm Famous!--Not Really
I almost forgot to mention that last month a reporter came by to take pictures of my anime club for the Salt Lake Tribune. That was the time we were making anime shrinky dinks. They also asked me questions about teens in the library. They put the article in the paper a bit ago:
Here's the link: Libraries get rad for teen audiences
My pictures in there with some of my teens but after all the questions they asked me about teens they never quoted me once. Perhaps they wrote the article first and then took the pictures, or I'm just not very "quotable."
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Friday, January 16, 2009
Kicking out Teens
My manager has been gone for the week and will be in and out for a while and I have been placed in charge of the library in his absence. This means that I am the official toilet unstopper and also that I am going to be the person kicking the teens out of the library. Now I have kicked many teens out of the library but my manager and a former employee have been a great help in that. Now it's up to me and this week 13 unruly kids have been booted out into the cold.
In case anyone out there has troubled teens and needs help disciplining. Do not be afraid of kicking them out of the library. Like a bad penny, they will turn up again the next day. Here is a step by step instruction for any librarian needing some help getting those teens out the door.
1. Make sure they all know the rules and which rules are "kick-out-able"; this can be done through an orientation at the beginning of each semester
2. Give them a warning first: "You are being too loud and if I have to come back here one more time you will have to leave." Some offenses like hitting don't get warnings.
3. When you kick them out be sure to let them know that they are welcome to come back the next day.
4. Escort them to the door and make sure they leave the premises. Do not let them go to the bathroom or get a book. Make them leave immediately.
5. Do all of this in a firm, clear voice but do not be condescending.
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Friday, January 9, 2009
You can't catch me I'm the Gingerbread Man
I've been gone for a bit on vacation. I went to Texas to visit my family and went to the Sugarbowl. Go Utes!
This week I returned and had a storytime. It was a cookie storytime and in it I had a felt story of "The Gingerbread Man." I'm sure you all know the story of The Gingerbread Man how he jumped alive out of the oven and ran away from everyone exclaiming gleefully "you can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man." Unfortunately this sugar-coated character met his demise from the crafty fox who told the Gingerbread Man "Come here friend and hop on my snout so your feet don't get wet as we cross the river." The Gingerbread Man did so and the fox ate him up in one gulp.
I was telling the story to the children and got to the point where the fox ate the The Gingerbread Man. I concluded, "and that was the end of the Gingerbread Man." There was silence from the children. Then one small voice asked, "the Gingerbread Man's dead?" The children were distressed. No child was smiling at the end of the story. The cute little character who ran from everyone met a horrible death in the jaws of a carnivore. I had to make an awkward segue into the next book with "Okay kids, uh, let's hear more about cookies in this next book..."
This made me realize that to kids, everything's alive, talking bears, dancing dogs, running Gingerbread Man, they're all equally real to them. So the story of The Gingerbread Man is probably not a gentle bedtime story to a three year old but a tragic death of a whimsical cookie.
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