I was a year six teacher for 13 years.
It's like trying to do a full time job on top of a full time job.
Kids go home at 3.15pm, then you may have 90 sets of books to mark, a meeting to go to that lasts 1-2 hours, data to analyse, parents to talk to, displays to put up, lessons to prep for the next day, letters to write for school trips, an after school class to take, lesson onservations to prepare for, or go in to receive feedback, sen wanting a meetig about little jonny etc etc. The school closes at 6.
I didn't cry at school because basically I ran everwhere, and did my marking while eating lunch, and refused to take work home.
Those who marked until 1am, stressed about dotting every i, had breakdowns or left.
The money is only slightly higher than minimum wage when you work the hours out.
And you get shat on. It's like the bowels of Westminster with those higher up the ranks than yourself ready to claim any success as theirs.
I left when I had kids as I wasn't prepared to put my kids behind that load of crap.
Shame, because the kids were a joy.