This morning I volunteered in the school library. Cal's pre-kindergarten class had their first visit, and the kids looked impossibly small and vulnerable as they filed in. The thirty minute experience with them in that space was life-changing for me. I saw clearly how very hard those kids were working in this circumstance, and by implication all day: finding their way around a new space, being told to find a seat on a carpet square then choosing one and sitting. Facing the librarian for a story with so much else to look at. Getting up in shifts of four to choose a book, from two particular shelves, while using a shelf marker to mark the place of a removed book (in case the child decides against a book taken off the shelf). Choosing another kid to take their place getting a book, then finding a new seat and listening to one more story. Trying to remember how to line up in a particular order at the end of it all. I found it exhausting to watch them navigate this new experience: a hard day's work.