
I opened this blog on May 2, 2009 with the following lyrics from the Grateful Dead, "What a long, strange it's been". I began my educational journey into library science in 2000 courtesy of Central Carolina Community College's LTA program. It's hard to imagine finally reaching the end of my studies--for now. I fully understand that continuing education is a part of the job. But the formal part ends today. Papers have been signed, FAXs sent, a parting luncheon with my internship supervisors enjoyed. Maddie asked me a lunch was the next phase was. I didn't have a lunchtime chit chat reply.
I tentatively have a position in the new joint library that is emerging from the community college library where I currently work as an LTA and the local public library. But I continue to send out job applications, including to K12 settings, until the county commissioners give my new boss a budget and she knows for sure who she can hire and what she can pay. Where ever I end up, I hope the job will always be about education and trying to make a difference to the people I work with and serve.
I think the headline on the latest NCAE newletter, pictured above, says a lot about the tough times educators and librarians of all stripes face in this current economy, and probably always have faced to a degree. Maddie is a good organizer for NCAE and made sure I signed on before I left here. So I've been getting their newsletters and political action alerts for the past several weeks. And based on what I've seen, both at the community college and here at RMS, I've written a few legislators and congressmen, especially about the growing gap in college readiness we see as K12 educators come under increasing pressure from larger class sizes, resource (including media) cuts, and unreasonable testing demands.
Last summer, Maddie gave me her copy of the state IMPACT guidelines to study for my praxis exam. And we read about the IMPACT study results in my last two classes. Great stuff if we had the resources to do it. We know what our kids need, we just lack the will and the means to provide it for them to the degree we'd like. The president of the local community college--the one my son attends as an early college high school student--wrote an editorial in the local paper about how his college may not make their SACS accreditation because SACS wants them to hire more full time faculty and limit them to 15 hours a week of teaching. His response included that there was no way his college could afford to to that under the current state budget and thought it was highly unlikely they could afford it during better times. Another conflict between the ideal and the real.
In my "spare" time, I parent a couple of teenagers. They are themselves making that painful transition to adulthood where the dreams and ideals of childhood meet harsh responsibilities of survival as an adult. A young woman, a former apprentice, came by the house the other evening to share with me the pain of reconciling the dream of the man she'd fallen in love with against the man she'd discovered him to be. In a lot of ways, this transition away from this educational journey feels much the same. All that we've learned and studied about how to be our best versus what money, time, and circumstance will allow. Sort of like being kicked out of the ivory tower and onto the street.
So today, the long, strange trip takes another turn. Well here goes. I'm as prepared as I can be and a pretty stubborn idealist to boot. Thank you for the vision and for all your help. I'll be in touch . . .