I just got a lecture for kicking three fourteen-year-olds out of the library the other day. (Just for the afternoon, of course.) The whole thing has me on the verge of tears because it's not like I enjoy kicking kids out of the library. I really think that in this instance--three kids throwing disgusting, soggy masses of paper towels and toilet paper at each other and all over the library's lobby--I was justified. I certainly wouldn't have asked them to leave just for raising their voices or whatever.
But maybe I should have just asked them nicely to please stop. Maybe I've already turned into a hardened, kid-hating grump. I don't know. Right now I feel exhausted and somewhat out of love with library services. Three more weeks on this job is seeming like a long, long time.
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