Remember that rhetorical question, "If you give a 2nd grader an email account?" Well the answer is, she will probably begin reading your blog, and she might read the review you gave her review about the perfect chocolate chip cookie. Then you might be in trouble. Enough said.
There were tears shed and a few insults hurled, which I probably deserved. Then I sat at the computer (like a shamefaced teenager) with the aforementioned 2nd grader watching over my shoulder (like a disappointed mother), as I deleted the Offensive Post #1 from my oh-too-public blog.
My saving grace came through the many kind and complimentary comments about Sage's typing and Spanish, which I shared with her. (Thank you, my friends!)
It made for a much less painful ending to my chastisement than the last time I was taken to task for my writing. During my freshman year of high school, my physiology teacher gave us the assignment to write an anti-smoking pamphlet. I decided to go the extra mile (I thought) and wrote a satirical pamphlet with such ridiculous things as "Everyone's going to die eventually, so who cares if you die when you're 20 (from smoking) as opposed to 75?"
Okay, yeah, so it wasn't brilliant satire or logic. But I certainly did not anticipate being invited to my teacher's office to be yelled at for ten straight minutes. She repeatedly demanded, "What if this got into the wrong hands?!?", which led me to conclude that it certainly had. I redid the assignment the "right way," which took 1/10th the time and creativity of my previous submission.
Unfortunately, there were no kind blog comments back then to ease my teacher's pain or my own. Which is why blogging is way better than going to high school. (You can see I've been working on my logic.) And also why I owe you all for saving my skin.
8 comments:
Janel, your writing is so captivating! I'm usually sucked in to your entries when I read them :)
I guess you have entered the world complicated by raising such exceptional and capable readers. I love your candid posts.
I still think your teacher was weird for overreacting that way. Ha, that's why blogging is better than high school!
Oh, Janel, this post was a little bit heartbreaking. I'm sure it felt like talking about someone, only to turn around and discover they're right behind you (which has happened to me before.) Ouch.
But I loved the part about your no-smoking campaign. Maybe your teacher was a smoker? Sounds like s/he was a little sensitive...
Well, I hope you saved a copy of that post (secretly) somewhere, because I think even Sage will get a kick out of it someday. It's too darn cute and so telling of her personality!
Oh no! I'm sure I would have been totally mortified in Sage's same situation.
I know you already told her, but please tell her again (unless the wound is too fresh) that everyone who read your post knows she's brilliant and wonderful. I, for one, love her more for having read it.
Make sure Sagey knows she's the smartest kid on the block, AND mentioned in almost every prayer of Micah's. PS, I know the teacher you were talking about, we can bad mouth her together sometime.
I forgot about that with your pamphlet. You were practically the devil. How ironic she chose that to explode about. p.s. I need to go to bed but I am addicted to your blog and can't stop reading.
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