The main reason I blog anonymously is that I live in mortal fear (like most humans) of losing my job.
A single raised eyebrow, a wilfully misinterpreted use of the word ‘bum’ and my name is mud (which is ‘bum’ in a mirror). In an age of helicopter parents and fair-weather administrators, there has never been a better time to say nothing (or say something namelessly).
That said [drums fingers], there are times when I dearly wish to align my public and private selves a little more closely. Don’t get me wrong: I love blogging without a care and think it has given rise to a kind of articulation that I would never have contemplated under my real name.
But again I drum my fingers and look to a part of my brain where I am whole. Then I look back over my (frankly bizarre) blogs… and cringe.
And so I ask you, especially if you are a head teacher or a governor: does my bum look big in this blog? Must I remain nameless or may I one day come in from the (currently quite warm) cold?
If I had a name, would you call it to me?
Or must I blog ‘7 best starters’ and ‘apps for behavior’ (retaining the American spelling) in order to clear my name?
I leave it to you: how publicly human, frail and strange can a teacher be?