I Am Not Amused.
Though I admit I did let out a chuckle or two at seeing a replica of Barad-Dur, complete with Eye of Sauron atop the Divination Tower, it became decidedly unamusing when a few thoughts hit me soon after. Namely the tizzy that some of the other teachers were in, the connotations of Sauron's title with the current state of affairs, and, might I add, the fact that it was quite probably inspired by something said by myself and a commenter in my journal.
That last fact has been worrying me, particualrly when I looked at my comments and it seemed someone was under the impression I had done this; both that I was of the temperament to do this and that I would risk my job for such a thing.
I admit that that joking around yesterday consisted of things I should not have said in a public journal--particularly a journal which I know is read by at least some students. I should not have spoken of another teacher in that manner, and it is something I regret. It was actually troubling me before I became aware of that stunt. I should have known better, having too often been on the receiving end of taunts and "good-natured" teasing in my own school days.
However, despite what I may have said in jest, I would never undermine a teacher's authority in so public, and as some have seen it, so insensitive a manner. While writing such things in a public forum was ill-judged, putting such things on display for the entire school to see was definitely way over the line, one I would never cross.
I suppose I should at least be thankful that Trelawney has found amusement in it, though I do feel rather guilty for being an instigator, if an unwitting one. I must invite her to tea sometime, as a means of apology.
Needless to say that the culprit may add a dentention from myself to the growing list of impending punishments, should their identity become known.
In other news, I am just about ready for the ball, having donned my dress robes, done my hair and makeup, and having taken a pre-emptive head and sinus painkilling potion.
Actually the ball promises to be not too taxing; my patrolling duties will take me a fair distance from the Great Hall, and therefore some distance from the noise and bustle, and it is nice to get dressed up for once. I decided to wear my new, Edwardian-inspired, burgundy dress robes, as they are my heaviest (and therefore warmest) set, and I have to admit I love the look of them. A supermodel I am not, but they do flatter my figure (as much as it can be flattered, that is) and I love the feel of them as I move.
Dinner should be starting soon and I must go, as all the teachers are expected to arrive and be seated before the students are allowed into the Hall. Here's hoping nothing too disastrous will occur. Or, at least not on my watch.
That last fact has been worrying me, particualrly when I looked at my comments and it seemed someone was under the impression I had done this; both that I was of the temperament to do this and that I would risk my job for such a thing.
I admit that that joking around yesterday consisted of things I should not have said in a public journal--particularly a journal which I know is read by at least some students. I should not have spoken of another teacher in that manner, and it is something I regret. It was actually troubling me before I became aware of that stunt. I should have known better, having too often been on the receiving end of taunts and "good-natured" teasing in my own school days.
However, despite what I may have said in jest, I would never undermine a teacher's authority in so public, and as some have seen it, so insensitive a manner. While writing such things in a public forum was ill-judged, putting such things on display for the entire school to see was definitely way over the line, one I would never cross.
I suppose I should at least be thankful that Trelawney has found amusement in it, though I do feel rather guilty for being an instigator, if an unwitting one. I must invite her to tea sometime, as a means of apology.
Needless to say that the culprit may add a dentention from myself to the growing list of impending punishments, should their identity become known.
In other news, I am just about ready for the ball, having donned my dress robes, done my hair and makeup, and having taken a pre-emptive head and sinus painkilling potion.
Actually the ball promises to be not too taxing; my patrolling duties will take me a fair distance from the Great Hall, and therefore some distance from the noise and bustle, and it is nice to get dressed up for once. I decided to wear my new, Edwardian-inspired, burgundy dress robes, as they are my heaviest (and therefore warmest) set, and I have to admit I love the look of them. A supermodel I am not, but they do flatter my figure (as much as it can be flattered, that is) and I love the feel of them as I move.
Dinner should be starting soon and I must go, as all the teachers are expected to arrive and be seated before the students are allowed into the Hall. Here's hoping nothing too disastrous will occur. Or, at least not on my watch.