Once School Administrators Lose This, They Never Get It Back.

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We live in a society where everyone wants their fifteen minutes of fame.

This can’t be good.Anonymous

We are raising an entire batch of kids who believe fame is more important than accomplishment.

Plus, all of this lust for fame has made for some really bad reality TV (I’m so old, I remember when MTV and VH1 played music).

I never wanted to be famous.

In fact, I can’t recall one second where being famous even crossed my mind.

Maybe, that’s because I was the student who sat in the back of class and repeated the same phrase over and over.

“Please don’t call on me.” 

“Please don’t call on me.” 

“Please don’t call on me.” 

“Please don’t call on me.”

In was my mantra (at least I think it was… I’m not 100% sure what the word mantra means).

Being famous always seemed like a hassle to me.

Who wants to go the grocery store and be recognized?  Actually, who wants to go to the grocery store at all?

I couldn’t imagine going for a jog and having people honk at you (please stop doing this… it never fails to startle me).

Total strangers knowing your name.  That’s just weird.

I wouldn’t mind being rich, but I’ll pass on being famous (maybe this explains my love of the lottery).

But like so many things in life, what you want and what you get are two very different things (as the Evil Spawn says, “You get what you get and you don’t throw a fit!”).

I’m not rich (truth be told… I have a love/hate relationship with the lottery… it’s a complicated mistress).

But I am famous.

Really famous.

Not a bad TV show type of famous.

Or being followed around by paparazzi famous.

I’m more famous in a 3rd graders kind of know my name sort of way (they know I work at school, they’re just not sure what I do).

I have the kind of fame that makes high school kids look at me with shock, horror, and a touch of sadness when they see me out in public wearing jeans (I do have a private life people…).

My particular kind of fame makes me leery of using my real name when I call and order a pizza (you never know if the kid you just suspended might be the same one about to spit in your food).

I’m famous in a way that makes kids toilet paper my house around Halloween (nice job, Buddy the Dog, of sleeping through this little event on Saturday night).

I have the type of fame that always surprises me.

And by always, I mean every single time.

Students and families sometimes recognize me before I recognize them.

In my very small part of the world, I’ve lost my anonymity.  And I must admit I miss it on a certain level.

It’s nice to be known, but it’s also nice to be unknown.

Buddy the Dog is in the preverbal doghouse until he tracks down the menacing 12-year old gang of hoodlums who wrapped my house in 87 rolls of toilet paper while I was at a football game.

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4 Responses to “Once School Administrators Lose This, They Never Get It Back.”


  1. Jim Jones
    on Oct 31st, 2011
    @ 10:48 am

    Sorry to ‘burst your bubble’ but I think the gang of hoodlums were probably more interested in TPing the house of The Evil Spawn than you…get used to it for a few years! :)

    Michael Smith Reply:

    @Jim Jones, That Evil Spawn!!!!!!


  2. wozza
    on Oct 31st, 2011
    @ 11:12 am

    Hey big guy – I’m not sure of your tone here. Are you being deliberately disingenuous? I can’t tell. This is weird because your tone is usually (99%) flippant (in a good way).

    As soon as you become a teacher you lose the right to a certain level of privacy. This is surely not news to you.

    You’ve been a Principal before right? How has this not come up before?

    I seem to have a lot of questions. Looking forward to the answers.

    Wozza


  3. Pat
    on Nov 5th, 2011
    @ 5:58 am

    Nice to know a “famous” person like you!!

    Every year I would go on home visits to meet the parents of my special ed students. Most of my students lived in the roughest apartment complex that even the police wouldn’t go into unless there was a serious crime committed and they had to. My wonderful hubby would drive me to each home and wait for me as I visited. Over the years, many students didn’t remember my name but when we arrived the gangs, I mean groups, of people would move apart and I would hear them yell, “Hey teacher! How ya doin?” over and over. I felt pretty safe and never had a problem. Hubby even felt that if we had any car problems, one of my “kids” would help us. No one messed with THE TEACHER!

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