Dooced. . .Getting fired because of something that you wrote in your blog. “Blogger Heather B. Armstrong coined the phrase in 2002, after she was fired from her Web design job for writing about work and colleagues on her blog, Dooce.com” (Source: Yahoo.com)
Natalie Munroe, a PA high school teacher, who has (had, depending on how you search for it, cached, lived. . . )blog that started out as one to share with friends and families. From time to time Ms. Munroe would vent about her job, like normal people do.
The issue at hand? Sharing how you feel about your charges on a blog can and often does come back to bite you in the tush. The school district, once notified about her blog and in particular, a recent entry sharing her thoughts on today’s youth left some nodding their heads in agreement while others pointed their fingers at the teacher, stating that maybe she was the problem.
So much to touch on, share and try to look at both sides but here it goes. Yes, I write a blog, I don’t typically discuss work, name names, etc on my blog. There is such a fine line when it comes to what you should share and what should be left in a private journal. And I have at times spoke in circles when discussing work but I always managed to make sure that my anger, hurt or frustration was never sprayed all over my little corner of the web.
I have not gotten a chance to find a cached link to Ms. Munroe’s blog but from several articles that I have read today I am getting the jest of the picture. And from my own people watching skills, she has valid points.
Kids today don’t think twice to pull information from the internet. . .me? A class in college just a few short years ago could do the same but it was more of a treat and our poor professors, how the hell to you cite your work when you pick up from a website. Not everyone had a computer in 1992 (my first year of college) and as I went through college none of us were blessed with laptop.
Unfortunately while my generation marveled at the technology and ate it up as quickly as the companies could shoot them out to the stores. . . we began to forget how we started, as students. Notepad, pencils, crayons, glue, scissors. . . you know the basics.
And most of the stuff that we wanted when we were kids were dolls, cars and sports. Video games could only entertain for so long back in the day. We also got our butts smacked, got grounded and plenty of lectures to be shared with our friends.
Kids today, everything seems to come easier. Parents want to be friends, thinking that maybe, just maybe, this is the way into Johnny’s heart and trust. Parents seem to fear their kids, if they cannot produce this item then Steffi will make sure her parents regret failing at the task.
And everyone is worried about government organization that oversees our children’s welfare misconstruing strict parenting as abusive. I might have been spanked once or twice, my mother’s looks were worse. So I always landed in tears and dammit, the woman can still do it. So parents sit back, scared of being thrown in jail. And they think that the teachers should be in charge.
Well. . . you can’t really do that since teachers kind of have a million rules around here on top of providing students with enough education to pass state tests.
I do not have a child but after years of babysitting I will say this, a child that is used to his parents allowing him to win will not win playing me. A child who pitches a fit when they do not get something get a ride straight home. Time outs are great but on occasion a pop to the leg is needed.
Our teachers should be respected, they should be paid a much larger salary and as I was going through some graduate classes so I could change my career, I realized that I would live in poverty by the time I paid off my student loans. And I know I am not the only one who felt called to teach and can’t because of money.
But in my experience, looking around the mall, restaurants and oh dear Lord, those classy updates on Facebook. I see a bunch of kids who haven’t a clue about life, they threaten people online without thinking about the consequences. They talk about who they are doing, what they are doing, etc.
They expect the world to be given to them on a silver platter by their parents or someone better give it to them. They are rude, incapable of forming sentences, holding down a job and love to blame everyone but themselves. . . and their parents feel the same way.
Ms. Munroe was having a day, one filled with entitlement, rages, talking back and the inability to follow directions. She used her blog to vent. There were no naming of names, etc.
The saddest part is Munroe should have had a teacher/parent conference with the principal in tow. While the parents blame everyone else, someone really needs to put a mirror in front of the parents.
It begins at home people, we teach little ones manners, accountability, listening and respecting elders as well as being told what to do and then doing it. Teachers reinforce this model and then send the kids off to enjoy gym, library and music classes along with the typical classes.
Munroe was being honest about her feelings and I have seen the lazy whiners at work in the world. They can’t do their job, so someone else picks up the slack. They blame others for missing points in a presentation. They jump up and take all the credit when some else has done all of the work and with no remorse.
Do I think she should be Dooced? No, she has not left specific details about the school or kids. For me, this is a great writing exercise that helps someone get their thoughts out on paper.
And yes, if I ever have a kid, they will know the basics and they will also know that there will be a punishment to fit the crime. I will not be my kids best friend. I will be their parent.