Out-of-class struggle: how children's groups live “Overheard. "People believe too much in their uniqueness": is it easy to be an editor? Overheard? Overheard? Overheard?
It has existed for five years, and, according to the creator of the project, Vladimir Ogurtsov, this is the most replicated name on VKontakte. Today, the idea of "Overheard" has gone beyond the limits of one project, and now more than 120 thousand publics can be found on the corresponding request - from "Overheard" of large universities to "Overheard" of villages, hospitals and even factories.
Now the total monthly audience of the project is about 10 million people. Four years ago, Overheard created its own app for and. Around the same time, three books were released, the first of which () became a bestseller.
Ogurtsov says the team has about 20 people living in Moscow, St. Petersburg, Kiev, Tashkent, Tel Aviv and Oslo. These are programmers, illustrators, moderators, and editors. The project staff do not disclose their identities, but especially for Afisha Daily, the editors of Overheard told what it is like to let hundreds of other people's revelations pass through themselves every day and not go crazy.
Anastasia
Chief Editor
Who is interested in "Overheard" and what the editors do
I think "Overheard" is so popular because it satisfies the desire to look into other people's windows - to find out how people live there. Working here, I came to the conclusion that this is not curiosity, but the need to feel not alone, to feel that very unity with a stranger who reads your favorite book on the subway.
"Overheard" is universal for any audience (18+). In the mobile application, we have created a separate comfortable world so that everything is conducive to comfortable reading and communication. Ours, of course, is not heaven, we are alive, readers can quarrel: for this there is even a separate category, which is assigned to a secret after the release - "Bombaleylo". When everyone blazed. We also have a column called “Bulletin of the Collective Unconscious,” which comes out every two weeks. People often write to us on the same topics: this week - about stupid bosses, last week - about unfaithful friends, next - about the transience of life. The collectivity of this "unconscious" is noticeable against the general background, we study it.
There are unusual stories, but there are no unusual problems
The editor selects stories based on user choices and his own instincts. Since flair is a subjective thing, we have several editors of different genders and ages. We arrange categories, make sure that something is not in excess or vice versa; we remove from the publication "accordions"; checking the probability of the existence of some stories. For example, sometimes you need to find out the limitation period for certain crimes or find out the minimum pain threshold at which there can be a death from pain shock. We also correct spelling and punctuation. Without this, alas, there is no way.
About other people's problems and terrible observations
People seem to believe so much in the uniqueness of their own lives that when they have ... [a desperate situation], they cannot admit that the solution to their problem has long been known. No, my mother is not a manipulator who has blamed me for leaving my father since childhood - I have something special. Working here, I realized that there are unusual stories, but there are no unusual problems.
There is a parable: a man died, went to God and asked what was his destiny. And God answered: "Do you remember how you sat in such and such a cafe in such and such a year and a visitor at the next table asked you to hand over the salt?" The man nodded. "So this was your destiny." Lately, I often remember this parable. I read stories and understand that a huge number of lives change from an accidental kind word from a stranger, from an outstretched handkerchief, from a flower just donated, from candy.
Parental abuse and trauma are a significant part of all childhood secrets
There are other observations as well. Reading hundreds of secrets a day, I understood the real extent of violence, and this is often found in stories about childhood. not a lot, but sexual abuse and trauma in the parental family is a significant part of all secrets about childhood. And this is not “my mother spanked me with a belt for bad behavior”, this is “my mother hit me on the head with a rolling pin when I prayed incorrectly”, this is “late uncle Vasya touched me, and when I asked to leave, he said that he would tell my grandmother, as if I stole money from him. " As I read this, I don’t worry about every single author of the story. Probably because they happened a long time ago. But I have nowhere to go from these statistics. This is scary.
Why are there so many strange stories
Suspicions that we write the stories ourselves, I hear only from those who have never read "Overheard" and have not seen how many secrets we receive every day. It’s impossible to imagine. And everyone has such stories - you don't have to look for them for a long time. Personally, in the seventh grade, I fell in love with a classmate. Strong and unrequited. More than 12 years have passed since then. This guy has changed: he gained weight, lost his hair slightly. But until now, no matter what happens in my life, no matter how long I forget about his existence at all, I dream about him. I dream of a 13-year-old boy (God, my younger brother is four years older than he was then) who calls me to the rink. And these are my happiest dreams.
And I also had a friend - the most talented person of all my acquaintances. One day I found out that he did not have both legs - at the age of 18 he got stuck in railway switches when he crossed paths with a bicycle. It became clear why he walked a little strangely, why he didn't go with everyone to the water park, why we couldn't run a race. At the age of 18, he began to study at a prestigious faculty, sang in a group, played the guitar, went in for sports professionally, and he also had a girlfriend. And then he spent several years in hospitals, and neither the girl nor his father visited him - he got off with the purchase of donor blood. And he . He turned into an alcoholic in the third year of our friendship. We often saw each other, I offered him a job, pulled him somewhere. It was coded, but it failed. Then he called again, again promised to come sober, because he respects me, and again came drunk. Finally, I was tired. We haven't seen each other for three years. The last time he called me was a year ago, drunk. It still seems to me that I could not save someone very important to humanity.
Do you see how it works? We are surrounded by this. For some reason, we just do not talk about this. Although, maybe this is the most important thing that we have in general.
About professional deformation and internal changes
As a journalist, I am now very comfortable - I no longer gnaw at the feeling that I am doing meaningless things. Journalists write for journalists, readers form the locations of information consumption, how Facebook forms their feed - everyone around you agrees with you, everyone hates each other, old people continue to die in poverty, young people leave, the communal apartment is growing, propaganda has lost all its shores. So, maybe for the first time I feel the importance and necessity of what I am doing. I work with everything that happens outside of the roundup and discussion of the latest episode of my favorite series.
Wandering around, you look around and realize that you are inside a story that you yourself edited a couple of weeks ago
Sometimes they ask me if I get tired of working with all this "garbage" in other people's heads, if my roof is not going. I always answer the same: “You work with the same, only in a much more sophisticated form, because you work with people who have in their heads everything that I deal with. And they, of course, can hide it behind their duties. But why is your boss screaming all the time? Why is a colleague exactly 10 minutes and 30 seconds late? Why did the security guard at the entrance in the morning look out of the window at the kids going to school so much that he forgot to ask a passing person for a pass? "
My attitude towards people has changed. On the one hand, it's hard: when communicating with any person, I subconsciously keep in my head that he can chew handkerchiefs before going to bed, because otherwise he will not fall asleep; or is aroused only at the sight of the genitals of dolphins; or not celebrating New Years because his mom was killed by a Christmas tree in the city center. Most likely, a person will never tell me about it. On the other hand, I have no illusions on this score, a priori I accept a person as he is, because I know for sure: everyone has it.
I can say that I became less disappointed: as if you know in advance the stages of development and the outcome of basic life situations. At the same time, there is no complex of God. In practice, everything is very human: after wrapping yourself up, you look around and realize that you are inside a story that you yourself edited a couple of weeks ago.
I also became more straightforward in communication. Often, others perceive this as aggression. For example, I told you a couple of short but personal stories above. People are alarmed by this - maybe because it disarms. But it also became easier to choose with whom to communicate: if you, in principle, are not ready to tell me how you slipped on a banana, we will not be friends.
Vladimir Ogurtsov
Creator "Overheard"
About rules, prohibitions and mutual assistance
We have a stop list of topics. Moreover, there is a set of rules for publishing, which includes a list of topics that should not or should not be touched upon. And this set of rules is read and studied by every member of the Overheard team from those who work with content.
The list of forbidden topics includes, for example, the following:
Drug approval
Pedophilia, incest, bestiality, necrophilia
Outright cruelty and hatred towards someone
And a dozen more obvious and not very topics.
Of course, there are exceptions to any of the rules, so if the editor sees that the secret does not violate the rules and laws, although it touches on a forbidden topic, he discusses with the editor-in-chief and other colleagues the possibility of publishing such a revelation.
We often receive requests for help in a given situation. There are two reasons why we do not answer them. First, everything is anonymous - we have no way to contact the author; secondly, we have a different format, and we cannot publish requests for help on an equal basis with the rest of the content. We are already helping by partially replacing psychotherapy for people. In cases where the topic concerns each and every one, we try to do something. For example, recently we began to receive massively stories related to oncology. Then in the next "Bulletin of the collective unconscious" we told people about the problem and gave a link to the cancer risk test, created by the Cancer Prevention Foundation.
Sofia
Editor, Chief Moderator
Is it difficult to select stories
In my head, everything seems to be on the shelves - I remember which stories were simply read and postponed, which were published, which were deleted. At first it was hard to read so many secrets at once, many in general horrified me, although I am not a particularly impressionable person. I even dreamed of some stories. But over time you get used to it, and now I can read one hundred, two hundred or three hundred secrets in a day and not get tired at all. Many revelations from the first words become predictable, some are very similar to those that have already been published - then you read diagonally, and this greatly speeds up the selection. And all this does not mix into one big secret: in my head a cat who loves coffee cannot merge with a person who cannot come from porn without flowers in the background.
In general, when you undertake to edit secrets, you involuntarily display statistics in your head - how many people had the same. You read how people fought, coped with grief, and you take notes. Sometimes I read a secret - and so I want to hug the author, to say that everything will be fine. And sometimes they write so piercingly that you think that if you lived through it, you would experience the same emotions. There are confessions that motivate me, and there are those that I like to reread in order to tickle my nerves. Sometimes I deliberately select stories to discuss with friends later. There are those that I laugh at even three years later.
It is almost impossible to surprise me, so I can easily endure all the "terrible" addictions of friends and acquaintances, about which they are even afraid to think
It happens that in secret I recognize myself. These are mainly stories about family, friendship. My favorite confessions are about childhood. Many people who were vacationing with their grandparents in the village came across a feathered mafia - geese. A huge piece of my heart was given to these long necks, so one of my favorite revelations is about them:
“In my grandmother’s childhood, a goose attacked me in the village… I didn’t know then that these inadequate birds have sharp spike teeth in their mouths, with which they not only nibble the grass, but also bite painfully, leaving enormous bruises. Crocodiles with feathers, damn it. Since then, I am terribly afraid of them and always, when I come to the village, bypass them. Worse than one goose is only a flock of geese. When these aggressive bastards attack, they stretch their long necks, flap their wings, start hissing and fly at you. You can shit. The only right decision in such a situation is to dump. If you run over a goose's neck on a bicycle, nothing will happen to it. Checked. The goose stretched out its neck and slipped it under the wheel itself "
There is also a story that characterizes me completely and completely, my attitude to the world and many situations in principle, so it takes first place among all:
“I got out of the overturned bus. They say that at such moments life flashes before your eyes. I don’t know how others are doing, but at the time of the accident I only managed to think: "... [figurines] sparrows", and that's it ... "
Comments kitchen: likes, dislikes, quarrels and bans
To be a moderator, you first need to be a commentator yourself, to feel the work of the rules for yourself, to communicate with users, to participate even in some quarrelsome moments. Comments in the "Overheard" mobile application are a whole world with their "celebrities".
More often than not, we ban and delete comments because people do not read the rules or do not think they are important. I have always loved "overheard" because the comments are clear - no insults, spam, everyone is polite, and if there are some aggressive people, they usually calmly explain what they are wrong about. I would like to stay in such a place, so we try to maintain these conditions. I am a commentator myself, and if you read the rules from the very beginning, understand their essence, there will be no problems with staying in the application.
The user profile has a rating that expands opportunities and gives additional stories, so they are trying to earn it by hook or by crook. Someone, having written a couple of comments, instantly becomes popular, while someone has to go long and hard to the cherished stars. Someone, in pursuit of likes, tries to give out just the opinion of the majority, someone even copies someone else's.
I, as a moderator, consider the comments that people have complained about, as well as the comments that the system responds to - these are messages with "special" words. Since it is impossible to keep track of everything, and you have to read more than 15,000 comments a day, we gave users the opportunity to “filter” them themselves and introduced dislikes. While the ability to dislike comments greatly facilitates the work of moderators.
How work in "Overheard" changes attitudes towards people
I began to understand and accept people as they are. Or what they want to appear. It is almost impossible to surprise me, so I can easily endure all the "terrible" addictions of friends and acquaintances, about which they are even afraid or ashamed to think about. I cheer them up, I tell them how I read the other day about the fact that a couple like to make tea from pissed-off panties. I have an answer for almost any life situation: you are not the only one, there are people much stranger, and someone has already gotten himself into such a situation. He got in and got out - you get out even more. With this, I often calm myself and my friends.
Reading so many revelations and comments to them, you learn to enjoy the little things, realizing that everyone has their own happiness. You are sympathetic to all oddities and family disagreements. Condemnation simply goes out of life. I began to perceive people and their stories according to the principle “anything can happen in life”.
I work as a nurse in a psychiatric clinic. Yesterday a patient brought me a flower, I replied that it was wonderful and asked where he got it and he replied that there are still many of these on Mars. Well, isn't she cute?)
There was a fire in our apartment. One fucking fuck wanted to surprise his wife: he laid out a romantic phrase with two hundred candles on the LINOLEUM floor, lit them and went to meet his wife from work! Returning half an hour later, we found the apartment in black smoke, since nothing had time to burn down. But! The walls and ceiling are soot, the floor is burnt to the planks, everything in the cabinets is under a layer of dense black dust. Now there is a long renovation to be done. Do you know what is most offensive? That this unfinished romantic who inadvertently set fire to the apartment is my husband!
My future husband left me pregnant. All the time there was a good friend nearby, got better and let go of the situation quickly enough. I began to call for marriage, but I said, they say, let me give birth, and then we'll see what we will do. And then he gives out: - well, yes, you will give birth, hand over the child and we will live! - the man in all seriousness was sure that I would give up the child and the two of us would live together. When I told him that I was not going to give up the child, I made such a face as if I had opened America to him. There are simply no words!
She has been married for two years. The husband sometimes likes to talk, like, but mom does it differently. She gave birth to a son, named Denis. Now I answer my husband's claims, "And Denis's mom does exactly that"!
You come to visit: the apartment is licked to shine, not a speck of dust or garbage, even call the inspector, and the hostess, running into a compliment, says, they say, do not pay attention, I have such a mess here. At such moments, I always answer: "don't worry, I always have the same srach at home." For do not get out of the way! Pissed off!
I was sitting with my grandmother in a cafe and I saw how she collects small long bags of sugar in her bag. I often watched her like this, but didn’t ask why, but then I was curious ... It turns out that she collects them in case a diabetic’s sugar drops. She saved more than one person in such a way! Now I also always carry a bag of sugar with me.
Recently we moved in with a girl, we have been together for a long time, decided to start living together, we rent an apartment, it's a common thing. Like everyone else, we have quarrels and disagreements, one such day, when we "did not talk," the tap was blown off at our house. "Ahaa" - I thought, - "now someone will beg for help" ... Yeah ... Right now, she cold-bloodedly shut off the water supply vent at home, took the gas key, unscrewed the mixer, left, went somewhere, returned with a new set of gaskets (and I'm not talking about Libress), checked one of the new ones with the rotten gasket, changed it, took a whip, wrapped it, screwed back the mixer ...
I work in a fairly popular clothing store. Sometimes I realize with horror that girls are still pigs. One left a used tampon in the fitting room. Another in the fitting room ... Shit! And this is provided that all toilets are always open and within walking distance! How do such women live in the world?
People who grew up in large cities are indescribably enraged and are sincerely surprised that small ones have everything. Wow, you have a swimming pool in town, people drive Porsches, do you have a cinema? No, fuck, we live in the forest, no cinema, no internet, frying deer meat over a fire, which my boyfriend killed with an onion. It's the 21st century, a city of 100 thousand people, and yes - everything is there!
I overdid my tan last summer. Burned, and, as a result, the skin will be unevenly covered with pieces. The view is not very aesthetic. In order not to be ashamed to walk in open clothes with "rags" on the skin, I took a sticky roller for cleaning clothes. Bottom line: smooth skin without peeling :))
I always believed that we have an ideal family. Recently I realized that for a long time we have been talking with my husband exclusively about children and solving everyday issues. Everyone in his own world and to another does not climb. I tried to talk to him on abstract topics. Bottom line: we quarreled, did not agree, we haven’t talked for almost a week ...
I am a boy. I have a super stretch. I almost sit down on a split, I can throw my legs behind my head. Everyone thinks I did gymnastics and laughs. And I just in childhood and adolescence, coming home, did all sorts of turns, turned off the light with my foot, posed as Bruce Lee: D
My dream is to be given sick leave for pet care. I have a dog after surgery. She now needs close care: feeding on a schedule, changing diapers, as she walks by herself, and there is no way to walk her, injections and taking medications at a certain time. And I don’t know how to do it all, if the work is from 9:00 to 18:00 ...
For the first time in 15 years of marriage, she decided to cheat on her husband. And since I myself am a physician and I know a lot about the situation in our city with venereal diseases and AIDS, I asked my potential lover about this directly in the forehead. As a result, they looked at me as if I were a fool, the mood changed immediately, quickly said goodbye and did not appear again. I sit and think: why did I say that? Probably, cheating on your wife is normal, but thinking about the consequences is not.
My daughter is 4 months old and loves lively conversations. Lies, listens and is silent. And this should be not just an ordinary conversation, but an emotional one. When I'm too lazy to entertain her, I ask my husband about what he is fond of. And voila! A lively conversation for two hours is guaranteed. The daughter is calm, the husband is happy that his wife is interested in his hobby / opinion, and the wife herself is happy, who can do nothing))
When I was 7 years old, my friends and I found a cassette with porn at my home. We were shocked by what we saw. And one day my mother caught me masturbating, scolded and pushed my hands, then asked where I learned this, and in tears I told that it was all thanks to the cassette. She beat me even more. Now I'm 28, and I still don't understand why I was beaten. They themselves did not hide the cassette.
It infuriates when friends give their VK password to their boyfriends. Then figs you will understand with whom you communicate. And also, when you write to them something personal or something that they hide, they immediately start calling with claims: "Why are you writing such a VK to me now? My boyfriend is sitting there now!" Do I know that your boyfriend is sitting there now? And nafuya in general, you gave him your VK password, what kind of kindergarten ?!
Several years ago we took a kitten with a boyfriend. When parting, he left the cat for himself with a fight. Moved back to my mother, out of grief, took another kitten. After some time, she decided to live separately - my mother, with tears in her eyes, begged to leave the cat to her. Then I started dating a man, he moved to me with his cat. Now we are on the verge of parting. Guess who is left without a cat again? ..
When a four-year-old daughter is unable or "unwilling" to fall asleep, we catch a dream. I explained to her that when the child enters the bedroom, a dream is already waiting for him. It must be caught and held or put under the pillow. Then you will fall asleep quickly, and you will see a good dream. Either the power of self-hypnosis, or really catches, but falls asleep in two minutes :))
My grandmother is old, her legs hurt, but as soon as a thunderstorm begins, she runs faster than all champions to close all windows and doors. Just 40 years ago, during a thunderstorm, a luminous ball flew into their house through the window, made a circle around the room and flew back. She says that she has never been so scared.
In the distant childhood, in the spring, birch sap was necessarily collected, but the older guys were ahead of us and carried away all our work, leaving us empty containers. Until one of us, the most daring, wrote to them in a bottle ...
Today there was a strong wind with sleet. I was driving along the road, listening to music, when suddenly a gasket flies onto my forehead from the window in front of a driving car .. GASKET USED !!! Your mother!
My husband thinks he is a super lover! Because I finish with him several times. But it's not about him at all! I'll end up with any guy. The main thing is that he has a dick and that he sucks my nipples during sex. Some kind of invisible thread connects my breast to the uterus. As soon as a man starts to suck her, being in me, the uterus immediately begins to orgasm!
I noticed the strange behavior of my husband when it comes to his laptop. I fought for a long time, but curiosity won me over and I decided to try to find out from the faithful what he was hiding from me. Reluctantly, I was told that, it turns out, this fool had started a female account for himself in order to participate in mothers' srachs on all kinds of forums about children. He lets out steam like that ... Now he walks sniffing offended for my rzhach, but I just can't calm down! And the female account - because this way his word will have more weight.
Five years ago in a store they gave me a hundred-ruble bill. It read T + D. In my handwriting. Mine! I recognize my own handwriting (rather peculiar) from a thousand. I told my relatives they didn’t believe: “It cannot be like that. But when did you write? You don’t remember yourself, etc. Yes, I don’t remember. But I remember that in 2001, in the 11th grade, I was friends with the boy Dima for two months. I’m a romantic nature. , and could easily write this on the money. Yes, and my handwriting !!! So, since no one believed it, I put a signature and date on this denyuzhka. What would be for sure. And today this money came back to me again))) )
I was in the hospital in a two-bed ward. I am with a one year old son and a seven year old boy. It looks ordinary. The first day showed interest in new guests. He actively helped with the baby. On the second day, he began to make noise, climb on the windowsill, speak obscene words. But, what surprised me most of all, when I warned me that I was hitting on the lips and hitting for mats, he laughed. And he beat on the butt, he laughed. I realized that he lacked attention. Mom came to him. A cattle woman in a tracksuit. She brought the child clean clothes, juices, and so on. It seemed to me that her care was being played, but I decided that she was not a mother. And that's none of my business. The day before being discharged, the boy said that he did not want to get well, but wanted to be ill with us. It turned out that after the hospital he returned to the orphanage. Mom visits him on request. The issue of deprivation of parental rights is being resolved, because the mother stabbed her father twice with a knife. Not fatal, but dad has scars on his leg ... By the way, the child is smart. I read fairy tales to him, they counted together to 129, I prompted. We lived together for 6 days, and by the fifth day he consciously helped, not because I was an adult, but because we were on an equal footing. He served me diapers and I gave him books and a phone, he put the plates on the table, and I took them away. We have become one team. I even downloaded a song for him, from his words "Stas Mikhailovich - we fall to the ground together we" and listened to it, although I hate chanson. But when I saw him smiling and singing along, I didn't care. This was a story about the fact that you can give love and attention even to other people's children, so that their gloomy world becomes a little brighter.
Somehow I was drinking with my friends at karaoke, a strange area, far from home. I go out to smoke and feel someone stuck to my feet. I see a puppy in a collar - obviously home. Well, she pushed me away, went on for a walk. By the morning I called a taxi, drove home, went out to the car, and this puppy again runs towards me, moneviruing through dozens of other legs that have walked for a walk. What should I do? - took it. The bear has been with me for 4 months already and during this time everything in my life has changed for the best! And yes she is a girl - Michelle! The smartest and most loyal dog!
Mom divorced dad 10 years ago. My grandmother (former mother-in-law) comes to visit her every year (her mother is married) and helps in every way. They are generally best friends with my father's sister ... I met my husband for 10 years, and always thought that I would have the same friendly family ... I imagined how I would be secretive with his older sister))) I have been married for three years and. ... they hate me, and all because after the birth of the child he stopped supporting his sister's family ... her husband does not want to work. They do not understand that now we have our own family, a child and he does not owe them anything ...
My husband pees at home while sitting. Therefore, I have no problems with the splattered floor, the toilet bowl and the smell because of this) And all because he lived alone for three years and he had to clean the toilet himself.
Unfamiliar numbers periodically call me on Viber, I, as a typical introvert, never answered until one day a contact called with a surname, like a colleague's, which is quite rare. I thought maybe I lost my body, called back. And ta-dam, the secret is revealed: his daughter wanted to talk to Tigra, who is on my ava)) now, not only do I answer all calls, but I also start the conversation with "woo-hoo-hoo-hoo"
In Omsk, investigators and officials are checking the lyceum because of an anonymous post in the school group "Overheard". The fighter, as teenagers complain, has long kept everyone in awe and comes out dry. Most schools have such anonymous communities, which contain a wealth of information for spying on children. Where did the thousands of eavesdropping groups come from and what are the advantages of this, Izvestia understood.
Denunciation of a bully
A photo of the deceased boy with the inscription “I know who killed him” is the reason for the resumption of the investigation into the murder committed a year ago on the territory of a private school for girls in Ireland. The picture was pinned to a school board of anonymous confessions, the so-called "Secret Place", and miraculously fell into the hands of the police.
This is the plot of a detective novel set in Ireland. Russian schools have their own "Secret Places" without any detective stories - open and closed from prying eyes groups "Overheard" in social networks, posts in which can become a reason for the actions of journalists, officials and law enforcement agencies.
Omsk "Lyceum number 92"
This happened the day before in Omsk, where the media began to write about an aggressive high school student who allegedly keeps the whole lyceum in fear. The story began with a post in the group “Overheard at 92 lyceum”. Anonymous says that a fight broke out between two eleventh graders in social studies class. The matter seemed to have calmed down, but at one of the breaks the guys began to argue again.
“In one second, there was a blow. Kolya unexpectedly hit Artyom (names have been changed. - Ed.), As a result of which the latter did not even immediately understand what had happened. Blood flowed like a river, the entire toilet was covered in blood in a matter of seconds. ", - says the post. According to the author, the hype began when Artyom went to the medical room: “At first, it seemed to me that there was nothing serious, just blood from the nose. In class, I learn that he is being taken to the hospital in an ambulance. Where they are already doing the operation ”(hereinafter, the authors' spelling is preserved).
In general, an ordinary fight, but the authors of the post and several schoolchildren began to complain in the comments that the fighter had been annoying them for a long time, harassed the girls and brought a bat and a traumatic pistol to school, and no one responded to their complaints and complaints from their parents... The message in the group for children and adolescents "Overheard" was the reason for the investigation by the investigators.
“During the audit, all the circumstances of the incident, as well as the reasons and conditions that contributed to the schoolchild's committing an offense within the walls of the educational institution, will be clarified;
The mayor's office also reacted. They confirmed that a fight had taken place, and assured that the leadership of the lyceum was already conducting a pedagogical investigation.
Overheard at FSB, school and manicure
The first public "Overheard" appeared on VKontakte in 2012. First, the creator of the project, Vladimir Ogurtsov, opened the Channel of Dreams group with anonymous retellings of dreams, then there were more topics for posts and confessions, and this is how “Overheard” appeared. Now the search for a social network gives out more than 133 thousand of such local communities - from urban, to "Overheard in the FSB", "at the traffic police", CSKA, in a beauty salon and so on.
Local groups "Overheard" for the past few years have regularly become a source of information for the media. While parents of children in Petrozavodsk, for example, in a city group discuss the depressing state of the educational institution and the inaction of officials, schoolchildren do not lag behind and deal with their issues in similar communities.
"Overheard at School" - the all-Russian VK community with 250 thousand participants. The posts are mostly harmless - photos of pyramids from notebooks, teenage memes, complaints about a busy schedule, extracts from a school diary with comments (for example, "smoked incense in the toilet") and stupid photos from the class in the absence of the teacher.
Dozens, if not hundreds of educational institutions have such groups. The college group in the Shkolny settlement of the Sverdlovsk region has accumulated 1.5 thousand participants over five years. " Are you up to date with all the latest college or school news and gossip, but don't know what to do with it? You have a chance to glorify your friends and yourself! " - the essence of all such groups in the description of one. Among the posts that resemble a bulletin board, there may be an anonymous message with a link to a profile and a proposal to discuss "this skin". Or something like: "Dove F N R N A I, and Zubkova is not that kind of you, look at a dove, this is a tank, think you finally can."
And even in those groups where constructive questions about new teachers, tutors and the organization of holidays prevail, posts about the rating of girls by breast size slip through. The anonymity of many groups is very relative - teachers can easily figure out the charges from the list of participants. Another thing is that the most interesting remains in closed communities, where admin children weed out suspicious participants.
“Some of the teachers are now loosening their girdles. Not only are most of them uninteresting in the classroom, doing their job badly, but they still allow themselves all sorts of extremes, "- writes a participant in the" eavesdropping "of one of the schools in Bashkiria in discussions that teachers promise to punish for participating in groups.
Digital version of the school toilet
School groups, where posts about the timetable and Olympiads prevail, have obviously won back under their control the teachers - and this corresponds to the mechanism that is applied in relation to adult local communities, says social psychologist Alexei Roshchin.
G The overheard groups on VKontakte partially satisfied the population's need for local communities where they could discuss pressing problems.
- Earlier in the USSR and the so-called "postsovka" period, the creation of such groups was not encouraged, so as not to violate the centralized system with directive opinion,- he noted in an interview with Izvestia.
People in general are not very ready to create and support their work in real life, but within the framework of the electronic community they are ready to interact.
It is itself a factor in the development of society: people not only describe some events, they discuss them, develop a common approach and view of what is happening, says the social psychologist. But speaking about schoolchildren, you need to understand that "Overheard" is also a digital version of the walls in school toilets covered with curses, declarations of love and other cries, he adds.
Such communities, where one can anonymously talk about painful things, are vital for children and adolescents at the turning points when they are trying to grow up and are looking for communication outside the family., explains Andrei Kasyan, a consultant psychologist in child and adolescent psychology.
Now teachers are not of the same temper who are ready to listen to children and solve their problems, ”the psychologist told Izvestia. - Creation of groups where children and adolescents can discuss some secret, desire, pain is part of growing up. At the moment of pronouncing the problem, they look for options.
Ideally, parents need to prepare the ground for the moment when their child needs to discuss problems with someone other than them - it could be, for example, a sports section, says Andrei Kasyan. Groups in social networks are not the best option, since they only imitate live communication and can be out of sight of adults for a long time.
Blindfolds in the "wiretapping"
Like any school, we have a school "Overheard", where they discuss all the most important gossip - which fifth grader kissed whom, who loves whom, and so on. Come in, read it, there is such a Santa Barbara. The group is closed, I am using a fake account, because teachers are not allowed there, - said the teacher of history and social studies from the Perm school Nikita Semushin.
And here is the complaint of the mother, who found her fifth-grader son among the subscribers to "Overheard" of their school: "She asked me to leave. The child said that he himself did not expect, bad words are written there. I think the child does not understand half of what is there (teenage slang words). Or maybe not delete it? At least everything is under supervision, - the parent argues. - Our teachers are aware of the existence of this group. Do not comment. Most likely, they use it as a source of insider information and monitor moods. "
Photo: RIA Novosti / Natalia Seliverstova
I am categorically opposed to demanding that teachers do this as well, but this is demanded of them, ”she said in an interview with Izvestia. Irina Volynets recognizes that tracking information in such groups can foresee crime or suicide - they can often be the only place where a child can speak
Two years ago, as part of a study on bullying, the 12 Collegia Child and Adolescent Development Center examined the school's listening communities. According to the results of the analysis, 37% of posts are ordinary communication and search for contacts, 17% are bullying, 15% are occupied by informational posts, posts about self-realization and "expression of emotions."
In some schools, up to 30% of posts (and on average 17%) are of the nature of bullying, which manifests itself in direct insults, the publication of unsuccessful and edited photos, threats and even polls to find out the school's opinion about a particular student who has already been humiliated here, '' they said. in the center. At the same time, in many communities, adolescents themselves wrote out the rules of conduct that prohibit insults, and monitored their observance.
Despite the fact that school groups "Overheard" often resemble a collection of insults, they talk about the ability of students to organize themselves. In general, the prevalence of such groups, including among children and adolescents, speaks of the beginnings of a civil society, sums up the social psychologist Alexei Roshchin.
Always wanted to speak out, but does it feel a little embarrassing because of the stories that happened to you? Then the Overheard web service was created just for you! Today, this is a huge VKontakte community, in which you can not only write your own texts anonymously, but also read other people's, no less curious stories from life that were written by real people.
Community Overheard VK
You can find the eponymous public at this address: https://vk.com/overhearAlready today, more than two and a half million people have subscribed to this public page in VKontakte! Agree, the figure is simply colossal. The idea is as follows. This is a project on the pages of which everyone can write their opinion on a particular occasion, or tell a story from life, completely anonymously. Of course, not everything is published, but only the funniest and most interesting for other users in VKontakte. Web service Overheard is an entertainment community where there is always something to read, because they write here regularly.
Vladimir Ogurtsov is the creator of this idea and one of the community administrators in VKontakte. We published with him somehow. The rest are hidden, but be sure that a whole team of people is working on this service, because every day they receive thousands of written stories, each of which must be read!
How to post anonymously
What, you decided to write a couple of your interesting and funny stories? Then you just need to know how to correctly write anonymously to the Overheard system. Previously, the system was like this. You simply offer news to the public, through the function of the same name, and wait for the administrators to post or post your post in VKontakte. But, due to the fact that there were more and more pending records in Overheard, the project manager decided to approach publication from a slightly different angle.So how do you write truly anonymously? Here is a detailed instruction:
- Come here: http://ideer.ru/secrets/add/
- Type the text in the window provided for this.
- Type correctly, tell something really interesting and funny, then you will definitely be published.
- Share your secret story, enter a captcha to confirm that you are a living person, not a bot, and click on the "Submit" button.
- Your secret will be sent for moderation and soon you will most likely see it in the VKontakte community.
If you want to read other people's interesting secrets, you have several options:
- Subscribe to the community on VKontakte and follow the entries in your news.
- Download the application to your smartphone and read the entries using a convenient program from your phone.
- Bookmark the site and follow the updates there. In the same place, by the way, you can leave comments under the posts from your VKontakte page, if you want.
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There are different stories, joyful and sad, evil and kind. But site inspired stories about what made their authors' lives happier and more fun. It is these revelations that are collected in this article.
About failures
- One night I heard something fall in the hallway. It turned out to be a book. It fell off the shelf and opened to a page titled "How to Lose Weight." I have never received such hints.
- As a child, my mother accidentally hit me on the head with a shovel. Now, when I start laughing at something, she looks at me and says: "Still, I should have taken you to the hospital then."
- Yesterday a homeless woman with an accordion came up to me near the metro, put five rubles in her pocket and left with the words: “You need this more than me” ... It seems that the fine line between a hipster and a homeless person has become completely blurred.
- A friend said that when she was little, she asked my mother where this hollow between the nose and lips came from. Mom told her that it was an angel who put a finger to her lips and there was such a mark. And my mother told me that this cavity exists so that the snot flows into the mouth.
- Today my son (2 years old) looked at pictures of animals. To the chicken, he said: "hammer"; for a duck - "quack-quack"; on a dog - "wow-wow"; on the cow - "MOM" ... The husband was laughing like crazy! I'm on a diet.
- I left a pack of cigarettes on the kitchen table. The fluffy ministry of health pissed her.
- I was fired after I posted photos from a corporate party called "Monsters Inc."
- Normal people wake up in the morning from the alarm clock, happy people from the kisses of their loved ones, and I from the fact that a cat sits on my face with its butt!
About family
- I love my family. I ask my mom:
- Mom, where to put the Easter eggs?
- And right under the tree. - I'm a girl. We have a two-year age difference with our younger brother. As a child, when he woke up before me, he came up to me, stroked my head and gently said: "Sleep, sleep, my little home monster."
- Recently, my husband, sitting in the kitchen and peeling potatoes, read Brodsky's poems to me as a keepsake. And at that time I was fixing the electric kettle. We love each other.
- When I told my mother about a girl I like, she always asked 2 questions: "What color are her eyes?" and "What kind of ice cream does she like?" I am already 40 and my mother died long ago, but I still remember that she had green eyes and she loved a glass of chocolate chips, like my wife.
- Once my parents had a dispute about how garlic grows, my father claimed that it was on the bushes, and my mother said that it was in the ground. Now father owes mother a diamond ring. If mom lost, dad would get a liter of cola.
About good
- A kilometer-long queue at the store. One elderly man already asked to let him in - with one box of chocolates - he was in a hurry to visit his first-grader grandson. I missed it, he began to take more kinder surprises at the checkout, constantly looking back. So, having paid off the purchase, he handed out kinders to me and all the girls standing in line, thanks for their kindness and understanding.
- I’m walking home recently, I’m not in the mood, already near the entrance to me a purely "clear" man, in sportswear, a cigarette in his mouth, a beer in his hand, comes up to me, looks at me and says: "Girl, let me carry you through a puddle." It was then that I understood what gentlemen look like.
- There is an excellent trolleybus driver in Murmansk - he says the temperature is overboard: "Overboard today +10", wishes a pleasant journey and reads poetry! It is even a pity to get out of the trolleybus.
- For the first time in 6 years of study at the academy, I encountered such sincere care and kindness. The teacher brought us, eternally hungry students, homemade cookies. And today I brought a cake to the final lesson with the words: "Your task is to destroy it!"
- A dumb man lives opposite our house. And he “talks” to his dog every day. Loudly so, with intonation. And she barks back to him. It seems to me that this is their secret language, and they perfectly understand each other.
- Granny broke the lock on her door. I had to call the Emergencies Ministry to open it. They could not do anything with the door, they had to climb through the window. So, before jumping onto the windowsill, one of the Emergencies Ministry officers yelled: "Chip and Dale are in a hurry to help!"
About observations
- I saw a girl with bread at the intercom. She dialed the number and said, “Welcome! Once! Once! The hawk has brought the prey! As you can hear. "
- I was on the bus: two hard workers came in, apparently from the factory, and sat in the back. During the whole journey they did not say a word to each other and, just leaving, one said goodbye with the words: "Well, don't be bored, Valera, I'll see you tomorrow!" To which the second replied: "My eyes would not see you!" Friends are such friends.
About life
- The only thing that has surprised me over the past six months is the flushable toilet paper sleeve.
- Grandpa bought a laptop and agreed to register with Odnoklassniki with the words: "Come on, maybe not everyone is dead yet!"
- Yesterday I was fired from my job, I was able to take a walk with my daughter all day today. There has not been a happier and happier day in my life for a long time.
- My sailor dad always said that in any country the main thing is to know how to say "I'm hungry" and "where is the toilet." I know both in 30 languages. More useful than higher education. She married a foreigner.
- I think what an idiot I was a year ago, and so every year.
- In general, the Internet is lying. And all these posts are not true. There is an apartment, a car, and this fucking iPhone. I swam in the warm waters of the ocean and wandered through the streets of Europe, but I was truly happy far away in my childhood, when I flew along a country road to the river on my old "schoolboy".