Boo Hoo for me.
I hate my job. I really really really hate my job. After first period all I wanted to do was put my head down on my desk and cry I hate my job so much. I didn't used to hate my job this much. I used to have it's moments. But it's worn me down. Week after week of the kids being this way, and being surrounded by people who are, frankly, to damn lazy to do their jobs, has just beaten all the optimism about it out of me. I am a broken woman.
Ordinarily I would do what you're all thinking and just quit, but they'll suspend my license, making me unemployable for the next five years. So the piece of crap school system pretty much has me by the throat.
So I soldier on, a shell of the teacher I once was, hoping the damage isn't permanent.
posted by Rachel at
9:39 AM
4 Comments:
I completely understand about hating your job. I was lucky though, escape was an option.
Admittedly, I know nothing about the school system or how it works for teachers, but when the semester is over will you be able to look elsewhere?
oh dear god, YES. I actually already have a new job for next year. and there are only 51 days left in this year. there is a hope.
...you aren't counting down the days or anything, are you?
:)
I have a sign on my wall, one for days and one for weeks, and pull of pages each day/week
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