I have a little over five years experience as a teacher, but I’m currently working in a different field. If I could find the right teaching job, I would go back in a heart beat.
Job #1 - the perfect job. I knew I had it good. I just didn’t realize how good. My principal was insanely good. The superintendent and district staff backed the faculty to the hilt. The kids were pretty good, and while there were some difficult problems, it was never like the other jobs I had. I left to move to another state and regretted it. However, the year after I moved, the superintendent left and was replaced. The new superintendent got rid of the principal, and it went downhill.
Job #2 - one of the worst jobs of my entire life. The district was huge and had a long history of incompetence and corruption. The principal was a con man. The percentage of good kids and parents was about the same, but the number of really troubled kids and parents who didn’t give a damn or were outright insane was much higher. I left at the end of the first semester after I was physically assaulted by a student and the administration made it clear they didn’t care.
Job #3 - teaching at an Orthodox Jewish school. Part fascinating cultural exchange, part nerve-wracking, stress-inducing trial. The school had a very difficult time keeping any non-Jewish teachers for more than a couple of years. I had the feeling that the parents were responsible for much of it, using “they don’t understand our culture” as an excuse to get rid of teachers who wouldn’t capitulate to demands for perfect snowflake culture. I ended up leaving before the end of the year because I’d developed a bout of severe depression which interfered with my responsibilities in the classroom and caused me to behave in an unprofessional way (yelling at the kids). I wish I’d been able to end the year.
The thing is, when a teaching job is good, it is very, very good - fulfilling, adventurous, and good service to the community. When it’s bad, it is soul destroying. Shortly after I walked away from Job #2, a friend had to be admitted for in-patient treatment of her severe depression. She told me later that during group therapy, a third of the patients were teachers from that district, and all of them said they’d leave teaching forever rather than return there.
I love working with the kids. I’d say at least 85% of them are genuinely good, interesting people, and having the opportunity to help them develop into healthy, contributing adults is a privilege that I treasure. Around 1-2% of them are damaged in such ways that I could not figure out a way to reach them, let alone help them, and they were better off under the care and guidance of a medical/mental health professional. The remaining kids needed their teachers to work together to provide consistent disciplinary and educational interactions. Very, very rarely, I would encounter a child who was a perfectly fine human being but managed to rub me so wrong, I couldn’t stand being around them. As a teacher, it was my job to grit my teeth and deal with it.
Parents are partners, and the vast majority of my dealings with them were positive. Most of them are thrilled to have a teacher who welcomes them, wants to work with them, and likes their child. Many of them were relieved that I could validate their experiences, reassure them that they were doing the right thing, and provide them some other resources. Occasionally, I had parents who didn’t care, and it broke my heart. Rarely, I ran into parents who were overtly hostile or abusive.
For me, what made or broke a job was the administration. A school’s culture is dependent on what the principal and his/her staff allow, embrace, and reject. The second school I taught at, a student was raped by a staff member (it later came to light that the rapist had a prior history, but the background check the district paid for didn’t check ALL 50 states), and the principal was more concerned that faculty and staff not talk to the media and make the school look bad than he was about helping the victim or protecting the students in general. It was sickening. He declared that teachers were not allowed to assign a failing grade to any student during the first six weeks because he wanted the football team to have a full roster. The administration was very supportive, but they just didn’t see the demands of the parents to make exceptions and excuses for their child as unsupportable.
I love teaching. Currently, I’m getting my fix by teaching religious education (Sunday school) at my church. If I could land a teaching job at a good school, I’d be thrilled.