ah my library spreadsheet

 So, I teach English at a very very small high school. I'm talking we have about 46 high schoolers, give or take. The biggest class is of about 10, the smallest is our graduating class, which is 3. And so, since the school is so small, the high school library is also in my room. I've had a lot of fun picking out new books for the year (we order a few every month; bitch gotta budget of a thousand dollars for new books which is pretty killah), but you know what I've had more fun with?

Ohhhh I made a library spreadsheet.

It started simple, right? I had a notebook that noted who had what books taken out, because I remember from my time at this tiny high school that you could just take whatever and nobody knew and I definitely still have a couple in the book wall, like, right now, and I graduated six years ago. So that was the first step. 

Backing up a bit, I did work at a library during college, which did sort of give me some ideas. 

So, when I decided to make it a spreadsheet because to be honest everything can be a spreadsheet and I just, man, my list-making-loving self just absolutely loves how handy an Excel spreadsheet is, I knew that I had to have a couple of things. First, I knew that, obviously, I needed to have who had what books out, and I decided to add the date they'd checked them out for fun. 

Then, I started thinking--I'm very slowly alphabetizing these books, but eventually I would like to weed them. And, anyway, I like data, so I decided to add how many times each book had been checked out to the second sheet. As well as the dates. 

And then, I figured, what the hell, let's keep track of what the kids are checking out, to make it more like  real library. So that was sheet three.

And today, I was clearing out the book bin (I do it every day--I tell the kids, put your books in the blue bin when you're done, whether you're bringing them back or were just kinda reading it in class because that counts as in-house-use-mother-fuckers), and a book fell apart in my hands. To be completely honest, the seventh grader who had been reading it told me that the cover was disentangling itself from the binding the day before, but I didn't want to deal with it then. And so I have been 'rescuing' books that are missing covers, so I figured I would do the same here, rather than just throwing it. 

So I decided--A WEEDING SHEET. 

In hindsight, I probably should've just kept that job at the library.