In the history of my career as a schoolteacher, there have been very few days when my job actually sent me into tears. Very few.
One was right in the throws of chemotherapy and I just didn't think that I could pull through another day of work, and the other one was today.
I've heard for serveral years now that the average time for teacher burnout is 5-7 years. I have no idea where that research comes from, but I've heard it on more than one occasion.
Well, after a day like today, I'm thinking they are right on target with that 5 year thing.
Teaching is unlike other jobs. Yes, it only takes place 10 months out of the year. Yes, we get home earlier in the evenings, but it is not all fun and games. I tried to explain it to Brian this evening. Well, once I got home. On my way home, I just called him and burst into tears as the stress of the day made it furiously out of my mouth.
Teaching has two components: teaching and an office job. And, they only give you time to do the teaching part. The only part that is supposed to be "seen" during the workday is the teaching part. But, there are all of these other "office" type tasks that must be completed, and there is simply not enough time in the day to complete them, if they are not to be done during the teaching day. Make sense? Probably not if you aren't a teacher.
I need a secretary. I don't mind the teaching part and I don't mind the office work, but I do mind getting paid a meager salary to do a job that cuts into my personal life.
So, from this day forward, I will do the job that I get paid to do - and no more. Brian gave me an ultimatum tonight. And, I'm so glad that he did. He said, "Do your best and work your hardest while you're there, and then stop when the pay stops." He is so wise, and I needed the reminder that they simply don't pay me enough to rob me of my personal time.
There. I feel better now.