Have you evah?
... felt like you are a mere cog in the machine existing for the convenience of others?
... wondered if your body can physically take the demands placed upon it in this job, where we don't even get to pee until 4 pm?
... tired of suffering fools not even gladly?
... awakened and thought you just couldn't drag yourself into your sick building for one more blasted day because your allergies are just that bad?
... thought that if one more kid who doesn't pay attention while you're teaching and who writes down nothing you say asks you what they can do to raise their grade the day after grades are due, you are going to snatch hanks of hair from your head?
... realized that you are tired of being the only person who asks kids where they are going or what they are doing when they are out roaming in the hallways in the middle of a class period?
... feared losing the joy of a job you love under a mountain of paperwork and other soul-deadening tasks that are, of course, unremunerated?
... feared that the administrators in the Central Office really don't seem to care about what students are really learning as long as school is made as easy and simple as possible to keep those butts in the seats in the cash from the state rolling in?
Labels: the teaching life, whinging
posted by "Ms. Cornelius" @ 8:11 PM
10 Comments:
Yup. Way too often.
When kids wait till the end of the grading period to ask what they can do to improve their grade I tell them, "Go home. Get in your time machine. Go back to the beginning of the grading period. Do what I told you to do two months ago."
Say, do you teacher in my school district? You must!
YESSSSS to all of the above.
Pretty much all the time.
yes. and too tired from it all to type more about it.
In a word -- yes.
In 3 words -- Oh F)!# yes.
Yes, yes, and, um, let's see... YES!
Of course, if one is unemployed, none of those things happen. Just lots of other s**t.
Do what ya can.....
Abso-freaking-lutely!
Oh, yes indeedy. In fact, I quit 6 years before reaching full retirement, because I began to fear that soon I would snatch some lil kid baldheaded, or its parent, or maybe both and the principal too.
I don't have a clue what it will take for parents to learn how to raise up their children in the way they should grow.... hmmm, too bad we had to quit reading Proverbs in the classroom after saying the Pledge... 'course, that was back in the Dark Ages.... when teachers had to BE respected (no, they didn't have to earn it, they just HAD it) and parents said, If the teacher said it, do it, and no backtalk.
Well, that sounds kinda oppressive/repressive/whatever. BUT, no one would have dared disrespect a teacher, because, the few who did soon learned, that there WERE consequences, and not ones to be desired.
Rant's over. Just hang in there, and retire as soon as you can! I'll keep you in my prayers!
You could be teaching in Detroit!
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