Unexpected Request: “Where Are Your Diarrhea Books?”
The following is a transcript of an actual conversation I had with a student last week.
Student: Where are your diarrhea books?
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Me: …
Me: Could you say that again?
Student: Where are your diarrhea books?
Me: …
Me: … (Brain broken)
Me: … (Slowly realizing what this student might be asking for)
Me: You mean DIARY of a Wimpy Kid?
Student: Yeah, diarrhea books.
Me: Right over here.
For the librarians out there . . .
Question #1: Has this same exchange happened to you?
Question #2: Do you have a different odd patron request? School librarian Benji Martin had a good one a while back. Share it in the comments.
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About Travis Jonker
Travis Jonker is an elementary school librarian in Michigan. He writes reviews (and the occasional article or two) for School Library Journal and is a member of the 2014 Caldecott committee. You can email Travis at scopenotes@gmail.com, or follow him on Twitter: @100scopenotes.
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