Uh oh. For the first time this year, one of my students looked at my school web page and said, “Hey, it links to a site called williammorgan.net.” There goes my wall of separation between work and life. There goes my right to privacy. (Of course if I really cared I probably would have chosen a web address a bit less decipherable than my full name!)

Yep, not much to see here. Being a teacher in Missouri means that you can be fired for “moral turpitude,” defined as “conduct that is considered contrary to community standards of justice, honesty or good morals.” While I don’t think I have to worry about that one,  it means you won’t find any Facebook-style party pics here, or remnants of my dissolute glory scattered about. Anything that could cause a brawl at a family reunion has to be carefully scrubbed away. Politics, religion, spectator sports—they might be here, but they will been cradled with an excessive evenhandedness. (Luckily I tend to be impartial with these subjects, and not overly tied to my specific views, so this balance isn’t that difficult.)

My teacher rule of blogging: Don’t post anything that you would regret if it found its way to the cover of the Columbia Daily Tribune. (Hey, that’s the exact same standard I use when choosing texts in class, or using the school e-mail, or reading the web during lunch time. Paranoid?)

So if you cared enough to read this, be cool. I’m just killing time and sharing some banalities with my 2.3 readers. If it seems a bit barren, blame it on the professional standards and not the profession.