quit teaching

3 weeks…after 3 weeks, I will no longer be a primary teacher! I just can’t wait. I really don’t have a good connection with kids…maybe coz I don’t have kids yet, so I don’t really understand kids. For me, they’re not cute at all. Plus my principal is never so nice to me and some of my workmates are bloody racists! Anyways, teaching is just a bridge for me to go higher in my career. I have never ever wanted to be a teacher forever! Now I have 2,3 years teaching experience, plus at my new job, I can gain admin experience…plus my degrees, I’m pretty confident about my future. Things will get better and better, as long as I get out from the hell of teaching kids!

God, where should I start?! I quit, quit and quit TEACHING!!! I’m so glad that I did it! 4 weeks only, after 4 weeks, no more silly kids, no more lesson plans, no more stress and no more fucking teaching!!!

Wow, I’m so glad to find this page and so many teachers and ex-teachers’ comments…I’m a teacher now in Australia, a primary school. The pay is good enough, the kids are nice (most of them) and the parents are not hard-going…but, I am just not interested in teaching.

I have made a mistake. In order to be a fantastic teacher, you cannot have a life outside of the school. I don’t think I have exercised in 3 months. My own health is deteriorating and I am beginning to feel resentful of other people who have jobs that are not teaching. Now, I need to figure out what to do with my life. Whatever it is, it cannot be teaching.

This is my last year teaching English in a high school classroom. It is also my first year teaching Drama to students 16yrs and older. I hope to figure out if I simply hate teaching English versus another subject I enjoy, Drama, or if I truly hate teaching altogether regardless of the subject.

I put in my resignation today! I’ve got to say it was a relief. I can definitely relate to the things everyone is saying here. It was good while it lasted, but I have had my fill. I could no longer have the same fights and struggles with different students for another school year. It was a difficult and scary choice, but I am filled with excitement about my future.

Why should I quit? Well…it’s a long story.

I’m not sure this is the career for me. I’m not sure about my patience. I don’t think I care enough to make a difference…I don’t dedicate enough time to the work outside of work! LOL!

These kids are, by and large, not the kind of people I like or respect. I sort of think that if I have distain for my kids, I’m probably in the wrong line of work.

Changing school districts isn’t really an option; anything within reasonable driving distance is competitive as all hell to get into. So, whatever.

I’m just going to have to make the best of it for now, see the good in each and every child and resolve to help them improve themselves!

It’s all very real and scary now!!!!

I’m renting out my flat, and moving to the middle of nowhere to write, and to live with my boyfriend, and to teach as little as possible.

I’m qualified to do nothing else; so I figure I’ll do whatever supply it takes to pay the bills; no more, and I have this idealistic notion that although supply will be hellish; it might be slightly less hellish in the counteree than inner city glasgow.

Dougal’s Grampa’s house has been lying empty for years, so it’s getting done up a bit and we’re moving in: gonna grow veg and have chickens and write my phd application portfolio, some comedy, and hopefully; my novel… how good is that?

Oh, dear. Where do I begin… I have always wanted to quit, every year that I have taught. This is my fifth year of teaching, and I am sitting here waiting and waiting for the end of the school year to come. Every year I have quit and taken a new teaching job, but I always wait until my contract is up. I just don’t think that I have it in me to wait until June 19 this year – after surviving 3 years in urban districts, and two years in white-trash private schools, I am disgusted by today’s parenting skills and the lack of sleep I continually get. It makes me never want to have children! I think it’s time to move on… time to ship on out. I think the hardest part is just getting up the guts to tell the Nun principal that I’m leaving… please, God, help me!