Update On The Teacher Life

For when you realize that not only is this job paying you a pittance, but it’s actually costing you more money to work than not.

So I’m still teaching and I’m still toughing out 55-hour work weeks at the rate of, depending on overtime, less than $5 an hour and thanks to a tax screw-up, I’m in the hole big time this year.  Don’t think about it!  Don’t think about the cycle of poverty making it impossible to better yourself regardless of your hard work and the hypocrite you are telling your low-income students that they can make a better life for themselves by working hard even though your own life is irrefutable proof that it’s a nefarious lie!  Don’t think about the hollowness of trying to build up your students when your own level of poverty echos back your lifelong fear of being a loser and a failure no matter how hard you try!  Don’t think about it!  Think about this instead:

The afternoon after the pop quiz, it became apparent that one of the kids who refuses to write essays for me in class is a BIG FIREY-PANTS LIAR.  When all the other kids gamely suffered though a single paragraph filled with errors, he turned in a THREE-PAGE OPUS in six neatly-formatted paragraphs, with 2x the direct quotes from the text and and introduction AND A CONCLUSION (!!!) that were, for lack of a better word, SO CUTE.  Not only was the essay flawless, it went above and beyond the criteria, reflected creativity, and showed talent and composure under the time constraints of the pop quiz. 

This kid.  Really.

After passing it around to the whole faculty to read, we covered it in stickers and I snuck down to the basement to meet the student between his last two classes to return his paper.  I took him to a quiet corner and informed him,  “I just graded your quiz from this morning…”

His eyes grew wide and cold as he visibly steeled himself for the bad news.

“YOU GOT THE HIGHEST GRADE IN THE CLASS!”

He grabbed the paper from my hands to closer inspect the 10/10 on top, the “You’re Tops!” sticker, the frog with googly eyes sticker, the “WOW!” I’d writted in pink marker.

Then, he foisted his quiz above his head, and silently launched into a victory lap of the basement while I rolled on the floor laughing.  He came back around for the high-five, the rebound, and this warning:

“You still owe me last week’s essay.  Now that I know you’re the best writer in school, I expect it to be just like this one – better than the original text itself!  Someday you’ll be writing texts for us to teach!  Now get to class.  Give that to your mom.  Tell her to put it on the fridge.  Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Don’t think about the money.
Don’t think about the work.
Don’t think about the lack of sleep.
Don’t think about the hectic days.
Don’t think about losing your voice from screaming.
Don’t think about the shitty commute.

Think about this.


Comments

2 responses to “Update On The Teacher Life”

  1. This is awesome. I taught for a year and couldn't hack it, so I have a lot of respect for those who can. You're awesome, and you're definitely making a difference…even though it kind of sucks sometimes.

  2. Oh man, that made me tear up. Congrats on teaching, that's awesome!!

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