So much is asked of us. For many of us teachers, teaching is our life passion. We love it. Yet we hardly get to do it.
Instead we go to meetings. We go to PD. We manage behaviors. We collect data. We do all the administrative bs. We cover our asses. We document. We “contact home” to no response. We provide resources. We provide opportunities. We provide many chances. We provide empathy. We provide new experiences. We provide, we provide, we provide.
It is exhausting. Yet, it’s all worth it, because we are so passionate about the work we are doing. Right?
Well, when what we provide is not appreciated, or even noticed, it is beyond exhausting. When I am required to provide makeup opportunities, endless resources, time, patience, and help, and it isn’t even taken advantage of, it is painful to continue having to do it all.
It is even more painful when, after all of that, students still expect my help, when it is finally convenient for them. They do not understand that my world and the world in general does not revolve around them as an individual.
Why should I provide my students with a study guide when they won’t fill it out? Why should I put together a presentation/lesson for them when they won’t pay attention to it? Why should I reach out to their parents when I have concerns if they never reply back? Why should I give a student another opportunity to do an assignment when they sat around and didn’t do it the first time and won’t do it this time either? Etc etc
Because it’s my job. Because I am considered a bad teacher if I don’t.
I don’t need my students bowing down to me, endlessly thanking me for the work I do. I don’t expect most teenagers to even really notice just how much we give. But instead of using all the things we provide and just not having the perspective to see how much work we do for them, they actively resist, often unintentionally.
They are helpless, they are almost delusional. When they experience a consequence, no self reflection follows. They don’t understand or accept that the consequences they face are a result of their actions. Therefore, they learn nothing from their mistakes. They don’t even see them as their mistakes.
It makes me feel crazy.
There are students who are awesome. There are entire classes who are awesome. They bring me joy each day. It uplifts and rejuvenates me some. My bucket fills a bit each time I have these positive moments. But the general student attitudes beyond those awesome kids, drains me so much, empties my bucket and then some. I am left with nothing more I can give, but it still isn’t enough, there is endlessly more expected of me.
And when you keep demanding more from someone who has nothing more to give, you break them.
I’m only on year 3 of teaching, 24 years old. I haven’t been broken yet. It’s fine for now. I even like it a lot of the time. But I know deep in my heart that this job, despite my love and passion for teaching and education, is not a sustainable lifelong career. I will do it for as long as I can/ want to. I just can’t imagine doing it, without major societal and systemic improvement in education, for the rest of my adult life. And that kind of breaks my heart.