I was a good/outstanding teacher by performance management & OFSTED standards. Not to blow my own horn, but I was exceptional at forming positive relationships with students, providing a nurturing environment and managing behaviour.
It was my lifelong dream to be a teacher. When I was training, I’d hear from teachers who quit and never imagined I’d be one of them. I lasted five years.
The constant pressure, the blame when children who didn’t even speak English didn’t reach the average levels, the time wasted on pointless exercises, the incessant moving of goalpost and the constant pressure to do more- more marking, more planning, more target tracking- got on top of me.
It was slowly killing me. Even when I was signed off for weeks on end, even when I was up to my eyeballs in medication, even when my GP was practically begging me to leave, I didn’t. I used to fantasise about the train derailing so I would be too injured- or even better, too dead- to go to work. But because I cared about those children so much, I refused to quit. I didn’t want to fail them. My own well-being wasn’t as important as theirs.
Eventually I realised that I wasn’t helping anybody by staying in that system. I resigned and in some ways it’s the best thing I ever did, but I’m still heartbroken 3 years on. I long to be back in the classroom, but I can’t risk my health like that again.
It makes me so angry that we have so many good, passionate, dedicated teachers who are being forced out. But rather than work on ways to retain teachers and encourage those who have left to return, the government instead focuses on recruiting new teachers- many of whom will also have breakdowns and quit within 5 years.
Sorry for the long post but, as I hope is evident, I feel very strongly about this. As a nation, we are failing our children, but it’s not the fault of the teachers.