Posts Tagged ‘kids’

Dust, Dirt, Debris by Oslo In The Summertime.

(OK, maybe it wasn’t THIS dusty, but it was kinda nasty under there….cool photo by Oslo In the Summertime).

Spring cleaning fever has hit the library and we cleaned out the various shelves and cubbies around the Reference Desk.

Besides the chewed pencil stubs (eeew!) and copulating rubberbands (look away!), I also found some old papers from last year’s summer reading club. They were short stories that kids wrote just for the fun of it. So, to lighten the blog mood, I am going to share them with you…

This one has a Seusical quality about it:

Bug in My Mug

There is a bug in my mug! A bug in my mug!   The bug in my mug is blue and I don’t think it has a clue. Maybe it knows me or you!

And an action-drama story:

My Stiches[sic]

One day, I went on a bike ride. And we were riding and riding when we left my Gramas house we got ice crem. I got mint colitcip and an extra scoop. On the ride home grass was on the sidwalk.

I was going vary fast on that sidwalk. I went out of controll. I fall off my bike I crashed too hard. My hands did not come down when I hit the grown. I got 5 booboos and my chin split. I was crying but not hard, but a volunter fire fighter came over and gave me pads for my chin.

I had to go to the hosptol. When I got there I saw more injuries {the original word was erased and rewritten by an adult hand}. One girl was bleeding from her head. It was my turn the nurse was vary nice. Win the doctor came in he said I have to get stiches. It was hard but I got throw it and that was my story and it is true. I realy have stiches on my chin.                                          

And a poem to finish off (in celebration of National Poetry Month!):

                                          High, high, fly

One day I saw a spider fly.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Then I saw a dog fly high, high in the sky,

But when I came back they were gone.

And now no one has ever seen then since.

So every leap year,

Check for the spider and dog.

The End.

The BEST part, though, is the coda at the bottom of the page that says:

“Cool facts: This poem was made in 2008. This is a poem that anyone can use at anytime. You can write a poem anywhere. Just use your amagenatin and rhimying.”


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Two very wrong situations at the library recently:

     1.) A young boy comes running in and heads for the new children’s books. He is followed by his annoyed grandmother who yells, “NO BOOKS! You can’t get any books, only videos!”             

     Poor little kid. He got the short straw for a grandparent. (I should note that this boy, who is about seven years old, always says, “Hello, how are you?” and “Thank you very much” to the circulation clerks…he’s a real gentleman).

     2.) A very cute toddler is wandering around the library wearing nothing but a diaper. Mom is sitting at a table up front on her cell phone and doesn’t seem to care that her child is sitting on the floor (the floor of a busy public library) nearly naked and all alone. The kid is picking up litter off the floor and putting it in his mouth. When informed of this situation, she yells at one of her older (meaning about age five) kids to go get the child. The older sister then grabs the toddler’s arm and starts pulling causing, naturally, quite a loud struggle.              

     Rinse and repeat this scenario. I think you should have to be licensed before you are allowed to be a parent.


Finally, this situation is kind of sad, really: A nice little boy, around age six, regularly comes into the library alone around 3:00 p.m. He sits at a table, pulls out his backpack and doodles until 5:30 p.m. when his mother arrives from work to pick him up. It just seems sad that the library is his default day care center.

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Dickens at the Blacking Warehouse 
From a drawing by Fred Bernard. Reproduced in “The Dickens Country” by kind permission of Messrs. Chapman and Hall. www.fromoldbooks.org

Watched a disturbing PBS Frontline show tonight about kids on heavy duty depression drugs called The Medicated Child. There are children four years old being diagnosed with bipolar disorder and being given huge amounts of medication daily. FOUR YEARS OLD!

How can you diagnose a brain problem in a child whose brain is still rapidly developing?

I do have some mixed emotions about this issue, though. Every day I take an antidepressant that I will probably be on for the rest of my life. Although I had my doubts about the ability of a drug to actually help, I can say that it has and does make a huge difference for me.

The down side is that a lot of my “creative” talent has been lost, as the medication stops the manic highs. The upside, of course, is that I can maintain a job, relationship and life. Still…I did create some great stuff while I was not on meds. Would this be the Van Gogh Paradox then? (sure you’re miserable and lost an ear but hey…boy can you paint!)

There’s a good description of various bipolar types here, too. By far, the scariest part of this show was the private company, Brain Matters, that marketed itself as being able to pre-diagnose children’s mental illnesses by looking at bloodflow to parts of the brain. As you might imagine, they charged a HUGE amount of money to do this. And who was a big promoter of these charlatans (I say this since they are turning a profit from anxious parents using unproven methods)? Why good ‘ole Dr. Phil. I am happy to report that Frontline’s update says:

“In February, shortly after this program was first broadcast, Brain Matters filed for bankruptcy.”



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