I've had a day.
Scratch that.
I've had a week.
I realized today that being an English teacher is far too risky for us non-confrontational types. No matter what I have on my bookshelves someone is going to complain about it. I may as well fill the shelf with Dr. Seuss and Mother Goose. Perhaps those are benign enough not to raise eyebrows.
Forget about how much more paperwork English teachers naturally incur. Forget about the widely varied curriculum we have to cover. Forget about the absolutely execrable essays we have to read on a daily basis. Forget about the behavior issues even. The worst thing about teaching English -- bar none -- is the ridiculously over-sensitive people who cannot, for the life of them, take responsibility for what their own children CHOOSE to read, so they have to blame the teacher.
At least that's how I'm feeling today... tomorrow I may think it's the paperwork.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Occupational Hazard
Posted by Leah at 7:50 PM
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What is wrong with our culture? Why aren't parents like they use to be when I was growing up? If my parents heard from the school, I was in the wrong and they took care of it at home. They didn't go to the school and back their adolescent hormonal teen. They didn't point fingers at the teacher, who by the way babysits for free nine months of the year. They believed my teacher (imagine a world like that).
Sorry, I guess I wanted to share my dumb soap box.
I am sorry that you had such a rough week...I hope that we didn't ever give you such headaches when we were your students. If it makes it any better, I am willing to help out. Just let me know when.
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