Auntie Librarian vs the Evil Laminator of Doom
It's back to school time. It's that time of year when we
teachers converge on the lone laminating machine in the teacher work room with
a powerful desire to coat countless documents in shiny clear plastic.
In the final day or two before the students return, during
that push to create vibrant, colorful learning spaces for our students, the
laminator ALWAYS runs out of film. Someone must load the machine with new rolls
of laminating film, quickly. It's an emergency. Today, that someone was me.
I was working in the library when the summons came. It was
only a matter of time before it happened. The person who had changed the film
on the laminator for over 20 years had retired. And now, the duty was falling to me. "Mrs. Tazerouti, the laminator is out of
film and the sixth grade teachers need to laminate their id cards!" said
the teacher. I put my stack of books on the table and headed to the teacher
workroom.
"Wish me luck. I’ve never done this before." I
said nervously as I walked past the teachers in the work room remembering the laminating disasters of years past that sent teachers flocking to other schools to use their laminators. “Good
Luck,” they said.
Evil Laminator of Doom |
Then, I turned around and went to the front office to make
an announcement on the school’s PA system. “If there is ANYONE in the building
who knows how to load film in the laminator, please come to the workroom now.”
No one came.
“Is there something wrong?” my fellow teachers asked with
concerned faces. “No” I told them, “I just don’t want to mess it up.”
I load the film and turn on the machine. Another teacher
helps. The film wraps around the middle roller several times instead of coming
out the back of the machine. I had
failed to use a piece of cardboard or a manila folder to thread the film
through the machine. The other teacher leaves, and I spend the next 45 minutes using an exacto knife, scissors,
pliers and big tweezers from the science lab to pull and cut away the thick layers of
laminating film from the middle roller. I am sweating. Teachers pop into the
workroom to check my progress. “What
will we do?” I hear one teacher whisper to another. “Where will we go?”
Jumbled up words! Oh No! |
Today is the last work day before the students return. I keep digging online until I find an unblocked “how to load your laminator” web page. When I print it something makes the words jumble together, making it impossible to read the crucial steps two and three. I copy and paste the web page into Word and print it. Then, I fax a copy over to the high school and head to the workroom to conquer the laminator.
With the help of the principal and another teacher, I thread
the machine. We’ve done it. The machine heats up and it actually works! The squeaky sound of the plastic feeding through the machine is music to my ears.
Victory! Word gets out that the laminator is fixed and happy teachers flood the workroom. Let the laminating begin!
Welcome back to school! Happy laminating everybody!
Welcome back to school! Happy laminating everybody!