How do you sound?

My day at school started today with getting out of my car and hearing one student loudly tell another student to "shut up" as they got off the bus. I was immediately disappointed and realized how much more that kind of talk bothers me now than it once did. Perhaps it is because I have children of my own now and it would sadden me if one of my children was on the receiving end of that "shut up," or even worse, the person saying it. This made me think of the power our words have. I don't think for a second that there was any kind of tension between these two students because they walked in together laughing. I think this phrase was used simply as a conversational joke between two friends. What bothered me was how it sounded to someone who wasn't part of their conversation or friendship. I now wonder, in all my loudness, how I may sound to people who pass by our classroom or even in other public places. I guess it is like being in a mall or other situation with young people who are cursing. I immediately get angry when I hear foul language being used and my children or other people's children are in hearing distance. I'm not even as angry as I am embarrassed because I now know how ridiculous and offensive I sounded when I was their age. I don't necessarily have a point with all of this, other than to remember to choose your words appropriately and think about how you may sound to people who aren't part of your conversation. Learn from the mistakes of others and save yourself any public embarrassment.

Speak kindly,
Mr. Fletcher

My Broken-Hearted Little Blog

Dear Blog,

I'm sorry you've become so neglected lately. My hopes and dreams for you have slowly dwindled as I watch you get passed over for video games and love tests. I have done you wrong by not keeping up with you as much as I would like and for becoming discouraged with the choices my students make with their free time. My fear has come true and you have become the crazy old lady on top of the hill with a hundred cats that no one ever visits. For that the fault is mine and mine alone. You do not write yourself. It is I who make you what you are and if I want people to visit you....there should be a reason to visit. It is now that I will renew my vows with you and promise to update you more regularly, even if it just with a line or two to remind you how important you are to me.

Much love,
Mr. Fletcher