She will say she doesn't have time. I don't understand why so much time is spent at school/work. Or doing work at home.
You've been a teacher for so many years. Why can't you re-use previous lessons? Why must there be so many worksheets? The students don't have lined paper to do lessons on?? Maybe another teacher can help me out with this? duh The teachers I know live full active lives outside of work.
I worry that you won't make it 5 more years.
You're right, I haven't had any time. It seems that nobody quite understands what exactly I have on my plate right now. I feel like even some teachers don't understand my workload. It is obvious that many people here and elsewhere are not teachers, or at least aren't currently teachers in these times, if they claim that it's so easy to stay on top of all the paperwork and manage overloaded classes with over 40 students each in a small classroom.
Yes, I've been teaching for many years. And it used to be a much easier job, much more manageable timewise. Unfortunately, I was not able to take advantage of the time savings for many of those easier years, because I had what felt like in essence a second full-time job (unpaid), taking care of my elderly then-living ill parents. Even in those days, I was still one of the last to leave, just not THE last to leave. I would leave each day by 4:30 (about an hour and a half after school let out), and there was this one teacher who stayed every night until at least 7 or 8pm. She would literally bring her TV Dinner with her to work each day, and be walking with it to the microwave in the photocopy room as I was finishing up the last of my photocopies and on my way out the door. She was middle aged but no husband and no kids, seemed to put her whole life into that teaching job. I used to tell myself how thankful I was that I wasn't that teacher, only to end up being that teacher, but worse, because unlike her, I never got promoted to department head (nor would I want to, honestly) nor did I ever get a much higher paying, plush teaching job in the suburbs eventually the way she did. I would reuse lessons except they keep updating the curriculum to keep on pace with the standardized tests and they also keep changing around the classes I teach. Especially this year, being in a new school with different classes to teach. I have 4, yes 4, different lesson plans this year. Supposedly the union rules say teachers can't have anymore than 3, which is tough enough, but I have 4. The school claims that "it's only 3 different subjects" but the problem is, one of the subjects has two different course formats, one running single periods all year and the other running double periods for half the year, so it's still a totally different pacing and therefore different assignments and lesson plans.
It seems even my colleague friend doesn't understand anymore. She was the one I felt understood me best. Like me, she also stayed late after school (but not as late as me, mostly because she had to leave to pick up her young son from childcare) and devoted her weekends and any hours her son was asleep to getting caught up on grading papers and entering grades on the online grade portal. She used to vent about the immense workload too. She also got shafted with the force transfer to another, more difficult school with multiple different lesson plans. But it seems that ever since she quit teaching last spring and started working her 9-5 office temp job, she too forgets how much work it is to teach in the city these days. She keeps asking me to hang out and then acting offended or mad when I tell her I'm just too busy to have any semblance of a life right now. The stress of feeling like I'm offending her is compounding the stress I already have from all of this extra schoolwork.
I worry too about how I'll survive the next 5 years, especially if I'm stuck staying at this school for all of that time. I really hate it here. I thought it was miserable at my last school, but this one is so much worse. My worst nightmare has come true, unfortunately. I question if even the ghetto schools on the opposite side of the city would be any worse. Oh well, I suppose I can be thankful I don't have that long of a commute. It's a few minutes longer than my last school, which was a dream being only 7 minutes away from my house, but I guess I should be thankful I'm not driving over an hour away across city like my colleague friend, who burned through clutches and many expensive car repairs because of how rough the commute was on each of her cars?