I haven’t read the whole thread yet? But thought I’d shove my two cents worth in, as a teacher.
I’m sure there are harder jobs, but there are lots of us and we like a bit of solidarity. I think those who don’t teach, really can’t understand what it is actually like. I really, really love my job and without blowing my own trumpet (ok, maybe I am) I’m good at it.
We are facing needier and needier children than ever before in our classrooms. In Scotland, they have cut support even further. In a class of 30, you can have 6 or 7 incredibly high need, explosive children, and TA for only some of the teaching time if you are lucky.
Between 0850 and 1515, the only thing I can do is teach and concentrate on the kids. I rarely sit down in that time. Everything else, paperwork, planning etc must be done around that. We plan responsively (i.e. I can’t plan tomorrow’s maths lesson properly until I’ve taught today’s). I teach with a smile on my face and bright voice, even when I know a family member is in hospital seriously ill and I want to hide in a corner and cry. Even when my head feels like it might split in two. I can’t take a day off, my neediest children need the stability of me being there.
I go to sleep worrying about little Jimmy who’s mum drinks too much and social work are ‘going to investigate’. I worry about the child who never turns up and I have to catch him up on three weeks worth of work when he does (and wonder what has been happening in that time). I worry about the child who cries at the start of the holidays and tells me they wish they could stay at school with me. I worry about the child who can’t make friends. I worry about the child who is still waiting for a CAHMS assessment 15 months after we put in an application. I worry about the child who has no confidence in their abilities. I buy food, socks (I had a child coming to school in cheap black boots with no socks on in winter, every day), polo shirts, etc. out of my own money (Jimmy with the drunk mum, doesn’t wash his clothes, I wash them for him). I don’t have to do this, but I can’t stand to see children going without. I then also buy nice things for the class, books, art materials, cooking ingredients, end of term treats.
We organise trips ourselves - researching and phoning venues, email out to find volunteer parents to come on the trips, etc. Each and every lesson requires some prep - if I’m teaching something like the Vikings, I need to know my stuff. If it’s an art lesson, I need to think of every material I will need, sometimes I need a ‘here’s one I made earlier’. Maths - I need to find the right equipment out the cupboard - cubes, calculators or whatever - we share them - you have to physically go and get everything you need. I get into my gym clothes and run around outside teaching PE too. We are expected to be able to teach every subject to a high standard.
In Scotland (don’t know about England) we have to keep an up dated record of training and skills which gets checked. We pay £60 a year for this privilege. We have to go to regular training sessions after work, often at schools far away from us. I also go to uni at weekends as I’m doing a Masters.
Like I said, I love my job and I get so much out of what I do, I really wouldn’t do anything else.
However, it’s really not easy to do it well. It’s emotionally and physically exhausting. There are different pressures compared to office based jobs that I’ve had in the past. It’s not a competition, but it is a bit wearing having people demean our profession and what we do for your most precious possessions every day...