I talked to my child’s principal today… But, we’ll get to that in a minute… Right now, the wayback machine is calling…
The last time I was called to the principal’s office, I was in high school. Yeah… Way back when dinosaurs roamed the earth and all that jazz…
Now, please don’t misunderstand. I wasn’t a troublemaker by any stretch of the imagination. As it happened, my infraction had more to do with freedom of the press, and the administration wanting me, as well as a few other student journalists, to roll over on each other regarding a source from a news story. Fortunately, we had a hell of a staff advisor and the inquisition came to a swift end, minus the use of thumbscrews, detention slips, or suspensions.
Yeah… We were a regular bunch of Woodwards and Bernsteins back then. I don’t even remember the exact story to be honest, but it probably had something to do with seriously hard hitting news, like some football player’s grades being fudged to keep him on the team, (because, of course, that so rarely happens). Or, maybe it was about a particular inferior brand of floorwax was being used by the janitorial staff.
Truth is, the story probably wasn’t even that “sexy”… We probably managed to get our hands on the lunch menu for the following week a few days early and broadcast it on the student radio station, KRSH, or something stupid like that… I really and truly don’t remember…
Suffice it to say, as you can see, the incident was so traumatic that I’ve simply blocked it out after all these years…
Yeah… Well… Saying it was traumatic sounds much better than saying it was just so unimportant that I didn’t bother to remember… But, I digress…
Anyway, like I was saying, we took our Journalistic integrity very seriously back then… Last I heard, some of my cohorts even went on to become actual paycheck earning, byline having, Journalists, while I went the direction of writing Fiction instead… Of course, judging from the news I read in the papers and see on the tube these days, it would seem they went in the direction of Fiction too…
But, I suppose I should keep my opinion to myself where the integrity of today’s Journalism is concerned… Besides, this is really supposed to be about getting called to the principal’s office… So, let’s get back to that.
As I said at the beginning, I had occasion to chat with my child’s principal on the phone today. Don’t worry, it wasn’t anything too serious. The reality is I had recently voiced a concern over the school district’s Internet policies. As it happened, the principal was kind enough to call me to discuss it.
Very cool… I was impressed by the attention to the matter, the timeliness, and the overall concern expressed… By the principal, that is.
The district’s policies, well, that’s a different story… But, we won’t go there right now.
The thing is, because of the subject we were discussing, I happened to mention that my feelings about the policies were partially driven by the somewhat ugly things I have learned doing research for my novels. I mean, given the subject matter about which I write, I’m bound to learn some pretty disturbing things about human nature and sociopaths, correct?
So, no big deal, right?
Well, if you remember one of my previous blog entries, (They’re Creepy And They’re Kooky… – March 2008), I don’t exactly run around broadcasting my profession to folks at my child’s school. In fact, other than Internet marketing and when I am actually “working,” (i.e. at a book signing,) I don’t say all that much about it at all, unless asked, of course. It’s not that I’m ashamed of it, but hey, it’s just my job. I mean, after all, it’s not like I would walk in to a parent-teacher conference and say, “Hi, I’m Murv, the plumber,” or “Nice to meet you, I’m Murv, the aircraft mechanic.” Therefore, why would I go around announcing that I am an author? Again, unless asked of course.
My point here being, apparently the principal did not know what I do for a living. Or, at the very least, he didn’t know what the subject matter of my novels happened to be…
…And, by the same token, he probably didn’t, and still doesn’t, know what I used to do for a living… That being the fact that I was a Senior Level Electronics Tech and Internet Systems Administrator for 25 years…
“So, what does that have to do with anything, much less being called to the principal’s office?” you ask.
Well, you can take the Tech out of Geek land, but you can’t take the Geek out of the Tech… What I mean is, I still have my finger in the whole electronics and Internet thing… Including, analytics and IP tracking…
So, imagine my amusement when within an hour or so of hanging up with the principal I do a quick scan of my website logging and see, plain as day, that my legal name has been Googled, along with the tag “books,” all originating from an IP address registered to the school.
And, of course, Google dumped him right into my blog…
Given the sometimes racy jokes, unsavory words, and often tongue-in-cheek innuendo my posts generally contain, I have to wonder how long it will be before I get called to the principal’s office…
Oh, do you think they’ll let me bring my notebook computer with me to detention? I have a lot of work to do and I could use the quiet time…
More to come…
Murv
Amber
February 18th, 2009 at 14:36
Well I think that is hilarious. 😆 I wonder who is checking you out? In detention they might make you write an essay on being a responsible person. 😆
Of course, you can’t go to detention if they are looking you up silly man. It’s their fault (school). Should have software to keep an eye where they go. I mean this is high school right, where boys hormones are at their peak. Doesn’t take much imagination to know what will be one of the first places they would try to go to. 😉
I remember my youngest son’s high school had so many bells ans whistles to stop the kids from going to certain sites, that it made it difficult doing some of his research for papers.(Colorado Springs)
Can’t wait to here the rest of the story……
mrsellars
February 18th, 2009 at 14:40
Actually, I think it was the principal looking me up to find out what I write about, because my “legal name” was used in the search. Something he would have had handy from my kid’s records…
I guess we’ll see if I get a call or an email… 😆
Lovely
February 18th, 2009 at 15:07
awhile back, i can’t remember which blog, there were a few comments about cigar smoking monkeys. while i can’t remember exactly what was said, i do remember that you seem to have a particular fascination with them. due to that i have put it upon myself to find as many pictures of cigar smoking monkeys as possible (which is actually fewer than i expected). i hope you enjoy them, and i hope it lets me post them *crosses fingers*
ok, so that last one is a monkey-shaped cigar lighter, not a cigar smoking monkey, but i figured it was close enough.
Lovely
February 18th, 2009 at 15:09
grrrr…..it didn’t work. i guess i’ll just post the url and let you steal them yourself *shrugs*
http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o252/hheath541/randomness/critters/the_big_smoke.jpg
http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o252/hheath541/randomness/critters/monkey_cigar_hg_clr.gif
http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o252/hheath541/randomness/critters/82.gif
http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o252/hheath541/randomness/critters/Monkey-0.jpg
mrsellars
February 18th, 2009 at 15:13
Way cool! Thanks!
Now I need a “smoking monkey” page… 😆
Amber
February 18th, 2009 at 17:03
OK, well I was wondering if that was what ya meant. This might get interesting…not that your life is in any way boring, right? 😆
Tasialue
February 18th, 2009 at 18:24
No, you may not use a computer during detention. It’s detention. Read a book or do homework via pen and paper. No, you may not use the restroom. No, you may not get a drink. It’s DETENTION, Murv. Now sit quietly and think about what you’ve done.
Wow….it’s like I’ve had practice at this or something. 🙂
Paula
February 18th, 2009 at 18:58
Alright, McGeek…nice tracking, and I’m wondering what the principal thought when s/he saw who you are, and what you wrote. More than likely you, had you been standing there at the time gotten the same look I got from the Director of the Child Care Center on MCAS El Toro, when My lovely dauhter (then 4 years old) was walking down the hall to her class singing at the top of her little overly loud lungs, AC/DC’s Highway to hell. Yeah…I’m sure there are special notes in my children’s School files about me…..
mrsellars
February 18th, 2009 at 19:44
Okay, Denozo…
CAMPFIRE! 😛
dragonwitch
February 18th, 2009 at 20:49
Who knows the principal might call you to the office to sign a book or 2? 😀
johnathan
February 18th, 2009 at 20:56
Damn I’z hopin Naughty McNauster ain’t gonna be startin’ no skul thare and findz outz thez kindza wurk i duz fr ya’?
Ruairi
February 18th, 2009 at 21:23
I spent a few sessions in the principals office over the years, defacing a bathroom door with my girl scout belt, not hearing a recess bell, and my sr year… telling my debate teacher what she wanted us to do was a stupid idea, but I still love more getting called in by my daughters principal when she was in first grade. She had proceeded to flip off her entire class as they filed out of the room. She got the idea from a boy in the class who had big brothers. She didn’t have clue what she had done wrong, but he sure did and cried all the way to the office.
mrsellars
February 18th, 2009 at 21:29
😆 … My daughter decked another kid when they were in Kindergarten. I think there were like 3 days to go before summer break, and according to the principal and teacher, the other kid actually deserved it because he’d been purposely aggravating her all day… So, they ended up letting it slide.
I was kind of proud of her.
mrsellars
February 18th, 2009 at 21:25
I think Johnathan got stuck in LOLcat hell or something… 😉
JodiLee
February 18th, 2009 at 23:16
hehehe You know about my issues with schools, principals, religion and work. Thankfully the principal the girls have now literally doesn’t care, so long as they’re in school and Care isn’t doodling gothy things and getting into fights. 🙄
Your daughter and my Care sound very much alike. First day of K and I was called in because Care punched a boy and gave him a black eye. First day. Needless to say that boy has kinda puppy-dogged around her ever since.. 😉