Some bad things about teaching:
First and foremost is the fact that you fail more often than you succeed. There’s no getting around this: even the very best, the most intelligent, empathic, concerned, dedicated teachers fail to reach the majority of their students. This is not to say you can’t make a huge impact of a substanial minority–which is something well worth doing–but for every kid you touch, there will be one that simply dosen’t hear what you are saying.
You will never feel like you are doing everything you are supposed to do. It’s not physically possible to bring sunshine and enlightenment and joy and wisdom into 190 little heads in a nine-month period. It’s not even physically possible to cover the course material: my district’s objectives for my class (Junior English) make up a 47 page long word document. Theorectically, I am suppossed to cover a 47-page long list of objectives with kids who have ability levels/prior knowledge level far below average (and if their ability/prior knowledge wasn’t below average, they’d be in my AP class). Logically, all you can do is accept that truth and do the best you can. Emotionally, when you fail to call one more parent or do a less than perfect job grading one more paper, you feel like you are failing your duty.
Teaching is also lonely–you spend all day on a stage, performing, and you don’t see anyone who dosent’ see you as The Teacher.
Kids are cruel, and some are good at it.
Teachers are all meglomaniacs. This effects you because it eventually drives all administrators crazy. They have a job that is akin to herding cats through an underwater tunnel and eventually they either go insane or leave. Working for an insane administrator is not fun.
The horrors of a 25 minute lunch and having to take a half day off whenever you have to take care of anything between 8 and 4 are more frustrating than you might think.
You won’t be teaching a room full of you. You’ll be teaching the kids you hated in high school, you’ll be teaching kids that don’t care, you’ll be teaching kids that are a hair’s breath away from mental retardation, you’ll be teaching kids who resent you because of your race, your gender, your clothes, and because they think you hate them. And you know what? All those kids deserve an education–deserve your energy, your enthusiasm, your goodwill–just as much as the one that’s gonna grow up and be a teacher.
Ok, that’s the bad stuff. Here’s the good stuff.
It’s a vocation. Corny as it sounds, if you are meant to teach, you are meant to teach and you might as well accept it. I thank god every day that a job exisits that so neatly matches my talents and inclinations.
The kids. The kids are great. Even when they are being little shits, they’re great. Teaching means that sometimes you just get to kick back and watch kids be kids, and it’s a joy. We have a club that shows sci-fi movies after school, and every meeting I let them set up the movie/projector combo because watching 5 kids take half an hour to do a five minute job is a joy forever. And they do learn. And you do touch some of them–I got a thank you letter from a senior last year that broke my heart and made me cry–and I’m not the type to cry.
It takes every iota of creative energy you have to get through each day. In a good department, creativity is cherished and stroked.
In the right school, your autonomy is considerable. There are always insane administrators, but usually they are too busy to bother you much. You have a job to do, but you can do it your way.
There is a great deal of community respect. It’s far from universal, of course, but it’s still nice when the homecoming commitee of parents makes you a mum to wear or the PTA delivers carnation.
You get to start anew every year. I love this part. When things go horribly awry, I think to myself “I won’t do this this way next year”.
Summers off. It’s not the best reason to teach, but let’s not ignore it. I loved my job last month.
Now the neutral:
You will make more decisions in a 50 minute period than most people make all day. Everything from “Is this really a bathroom emergency” to "Does Lucy’s friend having an apendectomy constitute “extenuating circimstance” to “have they had enough time to work on this” to “what do I do when one child slams another so hard against the wall that the clock falls off”? I cannot stress enough that if making decisions stresses you out, teaching is not the right career.
Teachers are often strong personalities. I enjoy being surrounded by the eccentric, but if you don’t, stay out of teaching.
The whole “don’t let your job be who you are” thing makes no sense to teachers. You are your job. Teachers are the worst shop-talkers in the entire world because we can’t stop thinking about being teacher.
Seeing your last name in 100 different handwrittings at the top of papers is a weird thing.
Lastly, if what you want to do is TEACH, teach at the K-12 level. University teachers are researchers first and teachers second. Furthermore, if you don’t know what to teach but are leaning in the liberal arts direction, I recommend English, only because it is the most flexible of the subjects. If I get bored with a novel, I teach a different novel. The history teacher has to teach the same war over and over.