Nobody told me it'd be THIS bad...
It’s amazing what motivates me to write nowadays. Sometimes I figure it’d just be easier if I didn’t write anything at all. I mean, how do I know who even reads this stuff? I mean, yeah, I get the few people who like to scan their friend’s LiveJournals, but I don’t know who I’m really writing for. Yeah, I get SOME satisfaction from writing in this thing, but apparently not enough for me to update more frequently than I do. There’s also the downside of me having to re-live all the crap that happened to me at school so that I can convey it to you, the reader. Which brings me back to the point…WHO am I re-living the crap FOR?
Not that that’ll stop me or anything…
I came to a shocking realization today. No one at Meridian OR Central A&M respects me. NO ONE. I am the constant butt of every joke, I am always being corrected for minor details that no normal person would care about, and every idea I have is shot down because it not “the way it’s normally done.” Every day is a metaphorical dildo in the ass. I bust my butt every day, trying to be the best teacher I can and for what? So I can be told by principals, parents, and other teachers that what I am doing is terrible and wrong. So that my students can disrespect me all they want and suffer no consequences for it. So I can feel even more like an insignificant human being in a world that doesn’t give a fuck what you do as long as it’s what THEY want.
My professors lied to me. They told me that all the “crap” that goes with teaching would be secondary to “touching a child’s life.” Well, I’m assuming that they meant “beat the living shit out of your students” because that’s the only “touching” that I want to do. Ungrateful little shits who care nothing about anything and spend their miserable little worthless lives making their “friends” and anyone around them feel worse than they do so they don’t feel so bad that they can’t sleep at night. Why are we even wasting our time. It doesn’t matter what we do…it doesn’t matter what we say. They’ve heard it a million times and they DON’T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ONE WAY OR ANOTHER. I could go in each and every day and just take a shit on the floor and they’d get about as much out of it as if I’d planned a full 45 minute lesson.
My advice (if anyone reads this shit) to you if you plan to go into teaching…make DAMN sure it’s what you want to do. And even if you think it is, you’re wrong. You’re striving towards an ideal that will never come. Oh sure, you can delude yourself into thinking you’re making a difference, but you’re not. And the pay sucks ass…BE SURE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GETTING INTO. Because even if you think you do, you don’t. You don’t have a CLUE, my friend.
Fuck this…I’m going to go watch Family Guy.
Not that that’ll stop me or anything…
I came to a shocking realization today. No one at Meridian OR Central A&M respects me. NO ONE. I am the constant butt of every joke, I am always being corrected for minor details that no normal person would care about, and every idea I have is shot down because it not “the way it’s normally done.” Every day is a metaphorical dildo in the ass. I bust my butt every day, trying to be the best teacher I can and for what? So I can be told by principals, parents, and other teachers that what I am doing is terrible and wrong. So that my students can disrespect me all they want and suffer no consequences for it. So I can feel even more like an insignificant human being in a world that doesn’t give a fuck what you do as long as it’s what THEY want.
My professors lied to me. They told me that all the “crap” that goes with teaching would be secondary to “touching a child’s life.” Well, I’m assuming that they meant “beat the living shit out of your students” because that’s the only “touching” that I want to do. Ungrateful little shits who care nothing about anything and spend their miserable little worthless lives making their “friends” and anyone around them feel worse than they do so they don’t feel so bad that they can’t sleep at night. Why are we even wasting our time. It doesn’t matter what we do…it doesn’t matter what we say. They’ve heard it a million times and they DON’T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ONE WAY OR ANOTHER. I could go in each and every day and just take a shit on the floor and they’d get about as much out of it as if I’d planned a full 45 minute lesson.
My advice (if anyone reads this shit) to you if you plan to go into teaching…make DAMN sure it’s what you want to do. And even if you think it is, you’re wrong. You’re striving towards an ideal that will never come. Oh sure, you can delude yourself into thinking you’re making a difference, but you’re not. And the pay sucks ass…BE SURE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GETTING INTO. Because even if you think you do, you don’t. You don’t have a CLUE, my friend.
Fuck this…I’m going to go watch Family Guy.