Today I was running the book fair, which is me standing in front of kids emptying out bags of change and in back of them is screaming and throng.
I squeeze farther and farther inside myself during emergencies like these. Especially after teaching all day.
I do it for the books, man. Kids get to get books. This is my purpose.
After an hour the volcano of children erode away, and I leave the library shaky, from the loud.
Bess, who is 9, and her friend Luke, who is 10, are tripping along behind me. Chattering.
"Wanna pretend to be dogs when we get home?" She says.
"Yeah!" He says.