I was informed today at lunch that I've been cyberstalked by my own students. Some of my girls commented on my blog and the images of me on the Internet. Interesting. I write these entries knowing anyone can see them and that no one may see them. Strange range. I guess I can just use this news heuristically... one more tool to improve their literacy skills. If they're actually reading the posts, then I'll make them work!  I'll enhance my lexicon to whet their reading adroitness. 

What an interesting phenomenon. These are ten-year olds. I've also had quite a few students and former students try to friend me on Facebook, but that's a little too weird. The truth is that that forum is not entirely authentic either because of another strange range...of awkward acceptances. Because of my career, my media-personas become a strange hybrid of truth and awareness. It's professional survival. Everyone googles everyone now. I heard that verb three times today: my students on me, a colleague on a prospective guy to date, my colleagues on a new teacher hired for their team. It's not Orwellian if we do it to ourselves.