Last year sometime, while driving my son to daycare in the blue – blackness of early morning, I had a scary thought. What if the bulk of writing I did on this Earth was commenting in the margins of student essays? What if most of my work ended up disregarded and in a landfill? I’m sure part of the depth of the melodrama that day was due to the earliness of the hour, and the volume of essays I was in the midst of grading, but it did really start me thinking about what I wanted from the future. I had talked to our previous librarian about getting enrolled in a school librarian certification program, but the timing had never seemed quite right. When our librarian had to retire earlier than she had planned, I really thought I had missed my window, but then the library aide at the time asked if I was going to apply. For once, I decided to take the plunge, and both apply for the position, and to a school librarianship program. I knew getting the job was a longshot, but against all odds I was hired. I am loving the library thus far, and I am so excited to learn and grow throughout the program. My favorite moments of the day are when I help a student, or a teacher, find something they need. It isn’t that the library is less work, but it is more of the work I really like – planning, collaborating with teachers, and working on programming to encourage reading.