In the past 6 years, I've taught at two different university. With every year that's passed, but especially since the pandemic, I've seen students become less and less emotionally mature and, frankly, completely unable to cope with the adult world.
At my current university, more than half of my students have support plans from Wellbeing that says that due to mental health reasons tutors need to allow them to be flexible with attendance and deadlines. More than half. Bear in mind that most assessments are practical, can't be carried out alone and take place in a dedicated lab with additional technicians' support which all has to be booked an academic year in advance for timetabling.
I'm neurodiverse with often crippling anxiety and depression but I NEVER used any of that as an excuse or expected other people to pander to me. This is next level entitlement. One student even involves a friend and fellow student as part of their accomodations for fibromyalgia ("must be allowed to leave the lab or lecture at any time and take Emma to care for her. If student becomes distressed, Emma must implement support plan. Student must be allowed to not attend lectures at short notice and have Emma stay at home to
care for them.") 9/10 I find the student in the cafe opposite the lecture theatre laughing and joking with their boyfriend and a miserable looking Emma who now has lots of work to catch up on.
The same students every week wander in 45 minutes late (but yes, coffee in hand) with a different excuse every week. It's a practical course, so when they're late they're not just missing out on learning a technique or method and demonstrating a competency, they're often messing things up for the rest of the group who rely on one another for practice and demonstration. Then there's the walking out of the room and walking back in at random intervals (because, anxiety) by several different students every week. And passing round phones and giggling at something random on TikTok or Snapchat rudely.
There's a really odd expectation now that we are substitute parents and need to meet their emotional needs, sort out squabbles and personal minor (petty!) conflicts and never give any form of criticism at all. Even suggestions about approaches to time management, study skills etc are taken personally and staff have to be unreasonably careful not to say anything that might be taken as personal criticism.
One personal tutee posted a series of tweets about me saying that her now ex favourite tutor clearly thinks she's insane and a complete nut job because she told her she needed therapy. She'd been unable to take part in lectures, labs and seminars for six weeks because whenever she'd make the slightest mistake she'd scream a slew of abuse at herself, hit things, and cry hysterically and had taken to just showing up at the door of the lecture theatre and crying hysterically and saying "I can't do it. I can't sit in there knowing I'm the shittest student week after week." despite being on track for a first. After six weeks of all of this (and getting pulled out of teaching several times to support her), I'd gently told her I'd made a referral to Student Wellbeing to see if she might be eligible for some additional support such as counselling.
They openly bitch about and mock my colleagues to me, as if they expect me to join in. We're held up to impossible standards yet disrespected. By adults who have an inability to get out of bed and make it on time to a 12pm lecture (because it's too early) and who sulk constantly if pretty much anything is asked of them.
On my first day at my most recent university, the systems were down and no one could print off a list of student's names. In my first seminar that day I passed a sheet of paper round the 20 students and asked them to write their name, and pronouns down for me (because God forbid you misgender one of them) and you'd have thought I'd asked them to climb Everest naked and blindfolded, "wait what? Why? What am I writing again? Do you need middle names? Can I put my nickname down instead? What if you don't have pronouns? What if they change a lot? Can't you just learn my name now? Wait, why have I been given a piece of paper? What do I do with it next? Who is it for? Do you want my mobile number and halls and my parents details in case there is an emergency too? I can't do it I don't have a pen, I didn't bring one and my student loan ran out and I can't afford one until pay day. Can someone else do it for me? Can you not do it for me?"
I honestly feel more like a children's TV presenter or play room leader than a lecturer. Crazily enough I've found if I basically act like Ms Rachel then they are all happy and I come out on top of all the course evaluations ("we hate all the other lecturers, they're weird and boring and they smell but we like you, you're the BEST and make learning FUN!", genuine feedback there.)
I am genuinely considering going back to primary teaching. They're better behaved and get more learning done.