Today, I had to work late - until 6:30. From 7:45 to 6:30. To you, this may seem like no big deal, but to me, it is. I am SCREAMING inside (and sometimes it seeps out just a smidge).
You see, the field of education is a tricky one. It's deeply flawed if you ask me, or maybe it's just the district for which I work. We (the teachers) are worked like slaves. I can't even count the number of times that people say jabbing remarks like, "Yeah, but you get the summers off. . . Yeah, but you get so many holidays.... Yeah, but you get off at 3:00 ... How hard can it be to teach elementary kids?" Well, folks, the truth is that it can be very hard. Exceptionally hard. Impossible, even.
On some days, I can't stand my job. I love my school and the other teachers who work there. I love my class and all the little personalities that are in it. But, I detest the uncompensated overtime. I wish I did get off at 3:00. I wish I could go to the bathroom whenever I want. I wish I was allowed to do the paperwork that I am required to do during my paid work hours. I wish that the expectations were reasonable and that all children COULD perform at the same level, at the same time, on the same day. But then, well, teaching wouldn't be teaching.
So, I guess I'll dry my tears and paste a smile on my face. Maybe that'll help me get through my training tonight.