My phone had a cryptic text message this morning from the teacher I switched jobs with two years ago. "Hi Miss Understood, do you have a non-work e-mail address? I'd like to ask you about something, but not through school." I actually don't have a non-work e-mail, so I asked her to call me, but she couldn't call until about five hours later.
I was trying to figure out what she wanted to ask me about and I got totally freaked out that she knew about my blog. I actually blocked access to this website for most of this day. I keep this blog as anonymous as possible, but if you knew me, you could definitely figure out it is about me.
It turns out that she was texting me about something totally different, but it got me thinking: What if someone from my work did stumble across this. It is a long shot, but it is possible. Really, the only thing that I've written about that would get me in trouble is my tumultuous dealings with the former principal.
So, I decided to keep my blog but delete the initial year of posts. It was a tough decision because a part of me wants my initial struggles to be out there for someone going through similar things to read, but the risk is not worth it. If Principal Sadie wanted my head on a platter before, she would want it even more if those posts got out.
There was something therapeutic about deleting those entries anyway. Now, I can't go back and read them. Remembering the exact details about what happened made me a little bitter and now time will dull the memory and the sting.