When another teacher walked into the classroom and abruptly told Jeanne Edna Thelwell that she needed to see the principal, Thelwell knew something was wrong. By the time the first-year teacher got to the office, sat down, and was told to wait for her union rep to arrive, she was, as she puts it, 鈥渇reaked.鈥�
It wasn鈥檛 Thelwell鈥檚 first visit to the principal鈥檚 office. Just weeks before, she had been called to task for asking an unruly bunch of her 4th grade students, in overly precise terms, just what the hell they thought they were doing.
鈥淚s this a disciplinary hearing?鈥� she asked.
鈥淚t鈥檚 come to my attention that you have a Web site,鈥� the principal told her. Before Thelwell could reply, she continued: 鈥淲hich is your right.鈥� After some dancing around the issue, the administrator came right out and asked, was Thelwell feeling suicidal? Then Thelwell noticed paperwork on the table stating the purpose of the meeting: Assessing the teacher鈥檚 emotional state.
鈥淚 wanted to laugh,鈥� Thelwell recalls. But really, she says, after a bruising first few months at Brooklyn鈥檚 PS 81, she was on the verge of tears, wondering if she could do anything to stay out of trouble. More to the point, she was wondering what she could have posted online to make the principal think she was on the verge of a breakdown. Then she remembered her entry for October 6, her 52nd birthday:
As birthdays go, today truly sucked. Then again, as ordinary days go, today truly sucked. I woke up with that desire to crawl into a hole and never come out. After this past week, I think I鈥檝e made a terrible mistake. I have no idea how to teach these kids, and I鈥檓 not sure I ever will. They don鈥檛 like me (which isn鈥檛 the most important thing in the world), they don鈥檛 respect me (which is important), and I can鈥檛 control them鈥攚hich means I can鈥檛 teach them. Realizing on your 52nd birthday that you鈥檙e not competent to do what you鈥檝e just banked the rest of your career on is not uplifting.
Thelwell went on to detail a week during which she鈥檇 not only been sick but was also the subject of a formal disciplinary hearing involving the aforementioned use of the word 鈥渉ell.鈥� Add to that a classroom evaluation, followed by a frustrating meeting with her mentor, a parent- teacher conference, a school visit by a district superintendent, and a fellow teacher shouting at her in front of her class, and it鈥檚 hardly surprising that she ended her litany of woes with this comment: 鈥淔riday night, I was nearly suicidal.鈥�
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It鈥檚 the kind of hyperbole you鈥檇 find in the private journal of almost any first-year teacher, or in a hazy-eyed memoir looking back on a long and rewarding career. Instead, Thelwell posts these brutally honest insights on her weblog, an easily updated, journal-like personal Web site. Unlike a memoir, though, her tales of bureaucratic screw-ups, difficult children, and the passage of days and weeks taking their toll on an inexperienced teacher are told in real time, without the distance鈥攐r safety鈥攐f reflection.
鈥淲ith a weblog...I鈥檓 conscious I鈥檓 writing for strangers,鈥� Thelwell says. 鈥淚n education, you teach people how to think about doing things. Well, writing for an audience is one of the most metacognitive things you can do鈥攚hy don鈥檛 I want to say that, write about this?...It helps me identify what鈥檚 happening to me.鈥�
From the intimate to the inane, people have posted personal accounts to the Internet for as long as there鈥檚 been an Internet. But the explosion of weblogging, or 鈥渂logging,鈥� as it鈥檚 called, has greatly simplified the process. No longer does a geek with a love of, say, Star Trek fan fiction need to spend weeks poring through HTML manuals, buying software, and building a Web site to share his passion with the world. With the emergence of sites such as Blogger, Movable Type, and LiveJournal, among others, posting to the Web is as simple as typing text into a box and pushing a button.
It鈥檚 easy, it鈥檚 free, and it鈥檚 gotten a lot of attention鈥攁t least in some circles. Politically minded blogs, essentially the musings of armchair pundits whose powers of perception range from astute to subliterate, credit themselves with everything from furthering pet causes to the emergence of Democratic presidential candidate Howard Dean. Anonymous bloggers in Iraq and Iran have offered idiosyncratic glimpses into their countries, as have similar sites created by U.S. soldiers garrisoned in hotspots from Kabul to Tikrit. These sites draw the most eyeballs, but the majority of blogs are personal journals, and many degenerate into solipsistic, random exercises in navel-gazing. That the term 鈥渂logging鈥� sounds vaguely like an intestinal condition, while unintended, seems aptly appropriate.
Educators who blog are few and far between, but interest is growing. There鈥檚 even a loosely organized Educational Bloggers Network, which claims 120 members and which will hold its first convention in San Francisco this November. Some teachers are starting to use blogs as tools for their students鈥� written projects, to collaborate with each other on curriculum or professional development issues, or simply to 鈥渢alk, share, and support,鈥� says Pam Pritchard, an Ohio elementary reading specialist who maintains Edublog News, a site devoted to educator weblogs. Unlike their more general counterparts, many teaching blogs are thoughtful and insightful, written with an immediacy that provides a unique view of the profession, and for their efforts, their authors say they receive encouragement to push through difficult times. But not everything on the Internet is always as it seems, and not every education-related blog puts the profession鈥檚 best face forward.
Few first-year teachers would be willing to admit to the world just how overwhelmed they often feel. Then again, Thelwell is hardly a typical first-year teacher.
After more than 20 years as a lawyer, many of them representing clients like IBM and the now-defunct World Championship Wrestling for a Wall Street firm, she felt burned out. So she spent a few years doing Net-related jobs with a magazine publisher, where she saw an ad for the New York City Teaching Fellows program, an alternative route to certification for professionals in other fields. In December 2001, she was accepted, and Thelwell, who had never posted a word to a weblog, created a site at to chronicle her experiences. Her initial rationale was that the site would help keep informed her far-flung friends, many of whom she had met while playing games and chatting online, once she fell into the 鈥渂lack hole鈥� of the program鈥檚 all-consuming combination of class work, training, and job placement.
Not every education-related blog puts the profession鈥檚 best face forward. |
Almost immediately, her job search provided ample fodder for her writings, as she applied for positions at several different schools, ultimately accepting an offer from one only to find out months later that she had actually been assigned to another. Once the school year began, at night and on weekends, she detailed in no uncertain terms the frustration of trying to maintain order in what the Fellows program euphemistically calls a 鈥渄ifficult to staff鈥� school. At least twice, she posted missives admitting she was ready to give up, and at other times, she simply didn鈥檛 post at all. They were 鈥減eriods of exhaustion,鈥� she recalls. 鈥淚 didn鈥檛 want to relive these parts of the year while I was living them.鈥�
Were Thelwell not sharing these experiences online, you鈥檇 never guess she ever had doubts about teaching. In person, dressed casually and wearing her hair in tight cornrows, she speaks matter-of-factly with the quiet certainty of a trial attorney, sharing both trying experiences and her general philosophy of education with equal candor. As she begins her second year at PS 81, not only is she sure of her decision to teach, she has a 10-year career plan mapped out鈥攁nd she鈥檚 continuing to blog. True to her principal鈥檚 word, she鈥檚 experienced no repercussions at work over the site, though Thelwell acknowledges she鈥檚 heard vague grumblings that certain comments got back to colleagues. But she makes no apologies.
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 really care because I had set some limits,鈥� she explains. Her rules for the site: Never relay things said in confidence, identify students, or speculate beyond personal experiences. 鈥淚 went into this as a lawyer,鈥� she says. 鈥淚鈥檓 not being defamatory or contributing to disruption in my workplace. This is my right.鈥�
While Thelwell鈥檚 frank assessment of her frustrations led to the surreal meeting with PS 81鈥檚 principal last October, it also generated e- mails of encouragement from friends and strangers alike, who urged her not to give up on teaching. After thinking long and hard about how much she wants to share online, Thelwell argues that instead of making her vulnerable, broadcasting her emotions has given her a sense of clarity. 鈥淚t鈥檚 easiest to be manipulated when you don鈥檛 know how you feel,鈥� she says. 鈥淧utting it out there has made me much more honest with myself.鈥�
For Thelwell, blogging wound up becoming a much-needed way to sort through a tortuous first year. For Christopher Wright, a tall, affable Midwesterner who towers over the other 3rd grade teachers at Wyman Elementary School in Rolla, Missouri, it鈥檚 primarily a way to share stories about his school, his kids, and himself.
鈥淚 hate journaling,鈥� he says. 鈥淚 wanted a place where I could share the funny stories.鈥�
Wright is exactly the kind of teacher you鈥檇 expect to keep a blog on the side. The25-year-old does Web consulting in his spare time and, in the classroom, has his kids work with handheld Palm computers tethered to keyboards. While he admits he鈥檚 not completely easygoing, he allows his classes to have fun. 鈥淭here鈥檚 lots of laughter,鈥� he says.
| For Thelwell, blogging wound up becoming a much needed way to sort through a tortuous first year. |
He started blogging in March 2001, when several mentoring teachers encouraged him to start a journal. Uninspired by the thought of writing something that would go unread, he instead started . 鈥淚 got turned on by the interactivity,鈥� he recalls, as other teachers began e-mailing the then-novice, who seemed alternately amused and flustered by his rambunctious students. 鈥淚t seems whatever I was experiencing, someone else had recently experienced.鈥�
He鈥檚 told only a few of his co-workers about the site, and few others have stumbled across it. The exceptions are the school鈥檚 librarians, who have a well-documented鈥攁t least in his blog鈥攌nack of offering Wright and his students films and books about animals鈥� reproductive habits that he finds almost too embarrassing to explain. He good-naturedly joked about how they were conspiring to make his life difficult, and then showed the site to them. 鈥淚f I write about someone I work with, I tell them,鈥� he says. (He also lets readers in on an end- of-the-year tradition at his school, which involves retiring teachers, a long hallway, and a cart decorated with streamers.)
While Wright鈥檚 blog is mostly lighthearted, it does delve into more serious subjects. He writes openly about his religious convictions, including a cherished moment on National Prayer Day, during which several colleagues invited him outside to participate in a spontaneous prayer. 鈥淲e were standing around the flagpole, right next to where the kids are getting off the bus and parents are dropping off kids,鈥� he writes. 鈥淚t was a wonderful surprise, and I needed it to make it through the day.鈥� When budget cuts became a serious issue in his district, Wright spent considerable time worrying about their effects. Along with e-mails of encouragement, he heard from a non-educator critical of his attitude; the two exchanged e-mails and points of view. Later in the year, he received a different perspective on the perennial problem:
Today my class had a school day from the past. We put away the handheld computers and headed out to an old one-room schoolhouse....There were several guest speakers who were educated in a one-room schoolhouse. One of my favorite stories was about how the school would raise money. One method was the pie supper. The older girls in the school would make a pie and wrap it up in a box. The older boys in the school would bring money and bid on the boxes, not knowing which girl made which pie. The boy with the winning bid would get to eat the pie with the girl. A similar fundraiser was the prettiest girl in school. Boys would nominate a girl and then vote with their money. The girl with the most money would win the title of prettiest of the whole school. Something tells me that these fundraisers wouldn鈥檛 go over well now.
One other story gave me goose bumps. One of the guest speakers commented that one year, his mother who was the teacher had 64 students in a room smaller than most modern classrooms, students were in grades 1 through 8, and no A/C. When I get worried about budget cuts, I need to remember it could always be worse.
The site鈥檚 鈥渂een a good place for me to vent,鈥� Wright says, but more important, 鈥渢o vent with people who understand where I鈥檓 coming from.鈥�
On the Internet, a cartoonist once famously opined, nobody knows if you鈥檙e a dog. Nor, it turns out, does anyone know if you鈥檙e a special education teacher.
Case in point: the Tard Blog, found at . As its name suggests, the site details鈥攐r at least purports to detail鈥攖he classroom experiences of a special education teacher who goes by the pseudonym Riti Sped (like 鈥渢ard,鈥� 鈥渞iti,鈥� a reference to Ritalin, and 鈥渟ped,鈥� for 鈥渟pecial ed,鈥� are common, if unflattering, sobriquets). Sped, the site assures visitors, is 鈥渁 real person, and really teaches mentally retarded and behavior disorder kids in a real public school.鈥� Here鈥檚 a typical account:
Tomorrow, the special ed kids are going on a field trip (walking around the school outside, picking up garbage, and collecting and dumping the recycle bins). We also sing stupid-ass songs that I, as a professional, am too embarrassed to discuss. E.g., 鈥淚f You鈥檙e Happy and You Know It鈥� is a favorite.
We have one on the first Friday of each month....Last month, one of my tards actually ran away and hid UNDERNEATH a fucking portable classroom. Unbelievable. It was dirt, trash, rats, and a retard under Portable 12.
On the Internet, nobody knows if your a special education teacher. |
I am now going to a Mexican restaurant with my co-workers. Our principal schedules these little staff events and buys everyone their first drink. As luck would have it, the teachers who can鈥檛 make it authorize me to have their 鈥渇irst drink.鈥� I love these events. A bunch of 40-plus-year-olds talking about curriculum, standardized testing, etc, and me, the kid on the staff, talking about all sorts of things that are supposed to be confidential, downing Margaritas like its Cinco de fucking Mayo. I will eat this time though, as the embarrassment of having our speech-language pathologist call a cab for me last time was just too much.
It鈥檚 not difficult to picture a special education teacher recounting similar stories with colleagues in an unguarded moment, and gallows humor is hardly an uncommon trait in this line of teaching. It鈥檚 also not difficult to understand why these stories, shared in a far more public forum than a neighborhood watering hole, upset, even enrage, a sizable faction of the teachers, parents, and random surfers who stumble across the site. It鈥檚 definitely unlike other teachers鈥� sites, which bend over backward to avoid embarrassing students. But the Tard Blog is also hard to miss鈥攊t鈥檚 among the first sites called up when searching for teaching blogs.
鈥淗ave some respect for humanity,鈥� reads one e-mailed complaint. 鈥淵ou are the people who are avoided in the teachers鈥� room. You may not realize it, but you are.鈥� Others are more direct: 鈥淏eing disabled is only a car wreck away for any of us...hopefully sooner for you. I hope you don鈥檛 really work with disabled kids, and if you do, I hope you end up in jail for abuse.鈥�
In comments posted online, whoever Sped might be claims repeatedly that she loves her students and is only trying to recount what it鈥檚 like to be a special education teacher. Even the word 鈥渢ard,鈥� she says, was chosen because it鈥檚 not an actual word, and therefore it鈥檚 a fitting label for a group of tough-to-label kids. 鈥淟ike all sped teachers, [she] must find a way to relieve the stress of a very difficult and emotionally trying job,鈥� writes Brody Voss, the person鈥攑erhaps fictional, perhaps not鈥攚ho receives Sped鈥檚 e-mail missives and posts them online, presumably to help shield her identity. 鈥淭his is her chosen outlet.鈥�
As is usually the case when scurrying down an anonymous corner of the Internet, learning more about this outlet quickly becomes a study in futility. The site is registered, as all Internet domains must be, to a real person, one Tucker Max, who lives in Chicago. Max has a Web site of his own, where a few details emerge. First, he鈥檚 an author鈥攁lthough it鈥檚 unlikely that The Definitive Book of Pick-Up Lines is required reading in most education classes. (It is, however, ranked 11,007th in Amazon.com鈥檚 sales rankings.) He鈥檚 also a law school graduate, which is probably a good thing because, earlier this year, he was taken to court by Katy Johnson, better known as Miss Vermont USA 1999 and 2001, for posting online an unflattering鈥攁nd graphic鈥攁ccount of their time as a couple. (The case has since been dismissed.) And finally, he鈥檚 available: The opening page of his personal site consists largely of an online application to date him. Not surprisingly, given the vitriol associated with the site, attempts to contact Max, Sped, and Voss went unanswered; a posting from Voss cited 鈥淪ERIOUS attempts by some very messed up people to find [Sped]鈥� in the blog鈥檚 early days.
Is Max the site鈥檚 author? Others have suggested as much, and his name once appeared prominently in the copyright information at the bottom of each page. But the entries speak to a direct knowledge of special education and include plausible examples of student artwork. Special ed teachers shown the site insist it looks authentic. And this past spring, Sped supposedly decided she was leaving teaching, prompting a search for a replacement, 鈥渟omeone who cares about her students but sees the humor in life and in teaching such a class,鈥� according to Voss.
鈥淵ou need not be Hemingway, you just need to have a good understanding of story and flow and a good sense of humor,鈥� he wrote, offering a promise of anonymity to prospective authors. 鈥淚n fact, it鈥檇 be better if we didn鈥檛 even know your real name or where you are from, as it really isn鈥檛 that important.鈥�
Using the presumed pseudonym 鈥淪arah Hammon,鈥� a new teacher has apparently taken Sped鈥檚 place. Her early entries include 鈥淭ard Likes Stretchy Things,鈥� 鈥淢alcolm鈥檚 Chair of Death,鈥� and 鈥淭ard Likes Fire,鈥� so perhaps the mantle has been passed. Or perhaps it鈥檚 all an elaborate game: 鈥淭here is no need for embellishment or lies in a job such as hers,鈥� Voss writes on the site. 鈥淥f course, even though I say that, all of this could be invented by me. Who actually knows?鈥�
When the Internet first started becoming popular, naysayers called it the CB radio of the 1990s. Now the nickname seems to have finally found a place to roost, largely because so much of the interest in blogs comes from other bloggers, who incessantly link to each others鈥� sites and reference each others鈥� writing. Borrowing a page from the equally incestuous world of publishing, where authors engage in 鈥渓ogrolling鈥� by penning gushing reviews of each others鈥� work, there鈥檚 even a term for this behavior鈥� 鈥渂logrolling.鈥�
| The site鈥檚 鈥榖een a good place for me to vent,鈥� Wright says, but more important, 鈥榯o vent with people who understand where I鈥檓 coming from.鈥� |
At the same time, this kind of interconnection has been a lifeline for many teachers, who rarely have time during the school day to share either professional or personal matters with colleagues. Few experiences are as isolating as being a first-year teacher in a school full of veterans, and Thelwell and Wright, among others, found in their sites ways to connect with others in the same predicament. Edublog News鈥� Pam Pritchard is even using a blog to help mentor a first-year teacher, fulfilling needs for both formal documentation and informal support. 鈥淚n my weblogging circle,鈥� she says, 鈥淚鈥檓 able to discuss ideas and share with teachers from all over鈥擭ew York, Chicago, Georgia, San Francisco, and Canada. When has that ever been afforded to teachers?鈥�
And now, Thelwell has experienced a different sort of blogrolling, thanks to this year鈥檚 crop of Fellows candidates. During receptions sponsored by the program, she learned that her site had spread from Fellow to Fellow, largely by word of mouth. Since then, she鈥檚 been exchanging encouraging e- mails with many of this year鈥檚 group, now wending their way through their own first- year crises. One even told Thelwell that her blog has been to the Fellows what the Judy Blume classic Are You There, God? It鈥檚 Me, Margaret is to adolescents鈥攁 universal, yet furtive, glimpse into a new phase of their lives. And speaking of adolescents, consider this: Even if there鈥檚 no teacher at your school who blogs, chances are there鈥檚 more than one student out there, typing away.
