Two men, unified by a string of disappearances and deaths, search for answers—and salvation—in the jungles of Kaua‘i. Together, they must navigate the overlapping and complicated lines between a close-knit community and the hated, but economically-necessary corporate farms—and the decades old secrets that bind them. Project Namahana takes you from Midwestern, glass-walled, corporate offices over the Pacific and across the island of Kaua‘i; from seemingly idyllic beaches and mountainous inland jungles to the face of Mount Namahana; all the while, exploring the question of how corporate executives could be responsible for evil things without, presumably, being evil themselves. It wasn’t until I started working in a high school that I realized schools in my county had libraries with specific collections chosen especially for the student demographic by people who knew the student body. At the time, I was trying to keep my head above water learning how to teach and completing classes for my license. Years later, when I had enough space to take a breath and reflect on what I wanted, teaching in the classroom couldn’t be it. I loved the students, making resources and lessons, was passionate about teen literacy, but the physical and emotional demands were too high for me to continue paying for the rest of my career. Instead of taking a break from taking classes, I started taking classes to add an endorsement on my license for a library media specialist. Bada-bing bada-boom (and years and many dollars plus hard work later) here I am, in my dream job. Now that I have a year under my belt and some of my green has worn off, it’s important to look back and see how it went, so I can see where I need to go. In the library, there’s a team. Other adults. Other creative minds and hard workers and like-minded professionals. The number of times I’d come up with an idea and start barreling ahead alone without asking for help before realizing I did, in fact, need as much help as I could get was many, many times. It was second nature. Get idea. Execute. There was no time to talk it out or make a detailed plan when the lesson wasn’t working in the moment. I learned in the first quarter to ask for help, but it took the whole year to remember that help was available. At first, I was discouraged by this because I was used to fast results and instant feedback. Slowly though, as I decorated the library each month for a different theme and implemented new programs, people started commenting on the positive changes. That’s just the surface stuff. Imagine what they will say in four years when no students in the school know any library that doesn’t have me in it. I get excited just thinking about it. Realizing that my goals should be months and years oriented rather than weeks and quarters, helped give me a healthy perspective about what is possible during a school year. Now is the time for before pictures and three-ring binders full of current stats I’m working to make old stats. Being the rookie with no prior library experience, I hesitated to change anything, doubting myself. A best friend asked me how it was going, and I made a self-deprecating joke about not having any idea what I was doing. Immediately, she cut in and told me that I do know what I’m doing. That she didn’t know anyone as passionate about teen literacy as me and that I had been working toward this goal on a smaller scale my entire career by curating my own classroom library and recommending books. She was right. Even though my co-librarian had given me permission from the start, I hadn’t given myself permission to try and fail. Her quick defense of me and my abilities squashed the hesitancy that was holding me back. This is my library that needs to serve my students in the best way it is able. My goal going forward at this point is more of the same. I want to be even more welcoming, have even more people who can see themselves in the collection, fill the calendar sooner. Of course I have ongoing projects and plans and ideas, but my mission remains the same. Get good books in kids’ hands and be a safe place for anyone who needs it.

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